Last night I got twenty minutes of sleep. At two in the morning - having badly underestimated the time it takes to pack ones kitchen - I kept bumping into things and banging my shins from sheer tiredness I decided it was time to give up and go to bed. Except once I was there I kept running things through in my head, planning the move, and found ( Read more... )

I'm still cut off from the internet and it's driving me crazy. Today I'm hopefully gonna install the computer(s) at the new place, albeit I'll still live at the old place. Sigh. Not that I'm addicted or anything :-) It's also tropical heat here in Stockholm, meaning my old place reaches sauna levels very quickly so going back to work to my nice a/c ( Read more... )

Soooo, I'm moving and lord does that entail a hundred and one things to do. Among the things it does is moving my telephone and internet to the new address. Unfortunately, as the young man informed me that would take about two weeks to star working. So, thinking I was real smart, I said I'd move it from the first of july, meaning it'd work well ( Read more... )

...When every Swede who can, go to the countryside, weave garlands of flowers in their hair, dance around great big phallic symbols bedecked with flowers pretending to be little froggies with neither tails nor ears (don't ask), eat new potatoes will dill and more kinds of herring than most non-sweden could ever imagine, and get drunk on aquavit ( Read more... )

I'm the owner of an apartment. I'm still in shock. I went to look at it last night, today there was a bidding and now it's mine. I'm gonna be in debt to the day I die. My monthly costs will rise a *lot* but I'll pay it to myself in part. My stomach is doing flipflops. I still can't take it in. I'm gonna own an apartment. Me. Who's never owned ( Read more... )

It began this morning when I was outbid for the apartment, continued at lunch when I got my period with cramps and nausea - and of course I had no ah, necessary female hygiene products, then continued after lunch when I had to negotiate with my employer in the yearly salary negotiation - while stoned on pain killers - and was told I got a crap ( Read more... )

I didn't get the apartment. Whoever was bidding against me obviously had much deeper pockets. I guess in a way I should be glad since I'm not really sure it was worth the price asked, but damn, I really wanted it, and it was so bloody perfect for me. Everything just fit and yes, I admit that I fell in love. Which you're really not supposed to do. ( Read more... )

I'm bidding on an an apartment. I badly want to move to something bigger and the only option for me is to buy something outside the center of the city - the housing prices here in Stockholm are *insane* so I've finally plucked up the courage to go look at some apartments and I'm currently bidding on one. This is terrible, my stomach is in knots and ( Read more... )

I couldn't concentrate on work today. I'd picked up the tickets to Revenge of the Sith on sunday and they were burning a hole in my wallet. I must have checked in my bag that I had my wallet fifteen times or more just to make sure I hadn't lost them. My desk looks pristine, since I was too keyed up to focus on work I cleaned and organised and threw ( Read more... )

So last night I was out of town - I'm working on a project that forces me to occasionally go spend time in world metropolises (is this a word?) such as Västerås and Boden. This time I had to also stay overnight, and Västerås not really being known for its hot nightlife - not that I had the energy to go out even if it did - I got sucked into ( Read more... )