Journal
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I write short journal entries about everything and nothing, unedited and raw. They're collected here.

A friend that should be with us died on this day, five years ago. It still hits me. I’ll raise a glass of whisky tonight. He would’ve liked that.

The heat isn’t letting up, which is fine I guess. This is as close to a vacation I’m going to get, and there are some cool spots in the city as well, suitable for a glass of wine and a good book. I haven’t read in a while, been too busy, but that’ll change today. Now I just have to decide between Richard Kadrey’s The Grand Dark, Benjamin Dreyer’s Dreyer’s English, or ‌Lost Boy by Christina Henry. Decisions, decisions. Maybe I’ll hit the gym first, that’ll clear my head.

Have a great Sunday, folks.

It’s a scorcher in Stockholm, putting aluminum foil on the windows to keep the heat at bay. Truly and utterly horrible, but not as bad as yesterday’s train ride. There’s that, at least.

This filled up, which made it even hotter in the carriage

Paazu waiting for a midnight treat the other day

I’m on a train heading back to Stockholm, after two wonderful days with Paazu and Malin in her summer home. The lake was cool but not cold, and the weather was manageable despite high temperatures. The train back to Stockholm is nothing of the sorts though, it’s north of 30C in here, with no air condition whatsoever. Will ask for a refund for sure.

Hanging out in Malin’s summer home. So grateful that I’m not in Stockholm right now, because it’s frickin’ hot today.

Traveling north, as previously mentioned, by train. I’ve already spent as much time standing still on the tracks, as I’ve been moving forward. The trains in Sweden is a travesty sometimes. Luckily I’m in no rush, but I can think of more fun things to do than sit around waiting in a pretty crummy train. And the bloke on the other side of the aisle is snoring pretty loudly. Yeah…

Today is all about getting things ready for the rest of the week. I’m heading north to hang out with Malin and Paazu tomorrow, and the idea is to not work a ton. Obviously that meant that yesterday was laundry day, and today is work work work. As it should be.

Yesterday’s done with everything treat

It’s always felt a bit weird to hit the gym in the summer. You get your exercise doing sports outdoors, not strapped into machines, on treadmills, or lifting weights to shitty dance music in a sweat-drenched building. And yet, that’s what I’ve been doing the past few days, and it feels great. Granted, being in a city, and not being particularly fond of running as a form of exercise, my options are limited. So go work out, in whatever way you feel appropriate.

A good night’s sleep does wonders. I even got some things done this morning, before coffee. Yes, that’s utter madness, I know, but I am like that sometimes. There was a time when I suffered headaches until I had two cups of coffee in the morning, something that surely can’t be good for you. No more, although I still enjoy coffee every morning.

I’m sorely behind on sleep, and the battery’s running low. These are busy days, good days, but busy. Managed to sort some things out today at least, however mundane they may have been, and hid from the scorching sun in what felt like a box. Then that got hot too. A proper drink feels like the way to wrap things up, so I’ll enjoy that, and let you be on your merry way. Toodles, as Salomé said to me once, which means it is now her catchphrase. You’re welcome.

I’m in a box

Drinky-poo