I've just experienced one of the worst days in my entire life. The night before the day and arguably the morning of this very very bad day was awesome: chilldrinking on the beach with Mads and Nina. We had a really good time, badade i havet, grillade, drack, snackade, skrattade... And we "met" three Stockholmare. If the guys we invited to this beach thing would have shown up, I bet the night would have been very different. But now, since they didn't show, we talked to these three guys instead. And it turns out they're only 17. I laughed. And said "åh va gulligt" på stockholmska. Anyway, we went to where I work to drink some more, and we all got drunk. Then we went for another swim in the sea. And then we went to my place. All in all a very cozy and nice evening/night. The hangover the day after, today, was far less cozy. Not cozy at all actually. It didn't exactly help that I had to get up for work at 9 and then start at 10. Worked from 10 to 16, so fucking gone and exhausted already before starting work. Imagine what I am now, after work. No, it was seriously the worst ever working with this hangover. And I don't like my work. I want to quit. I don't want this anymore. I am tired of it. Exhausted. And it feels like I never have the free time to do what I want.
I forgot to mention I saw Public Enemies this week. Such a good movie. Johnny Depp as John Dillinger, can it be more awesome?
And now I have five more days of work. Working nine days in a row, long nights, should seriously be forbidden by law.
