Friday, November 17, 2006

Midnight phonecalls

I read in the papers today that Ferenc Puskas passed away. A bright shining star on the football sky, a trivial form of raw talent under the colors of Hungary's flag. Rest in peace.




It's Friday again. This has been a tough week, and the next one will be even tougher. I've got a deadline till next Friday on a report. On top of that I'll have my first 6 hour exam after another week. Am I stressed? Yeah, I suppose.

Elin wants me to come to her place tonight and then follow her out to the club. I'm thinking about declining (for the 3rd time in one month's time). It feels bad to turn so many invitations down but I seriously need the time. The fucked up part is that I couldn't say no when she asked me last night...

A personal message to Nipor, Gabriel and Mike:
Thanks for waking me up like Gestapo. I just love it when you by intuition pick up the phone and call me in the middle of the night, playing "imse vimse spindel" loudly. I mean fuck (!) a good night's sleep! Right?
Jesus...

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