The zoo is back in town

They are back. This means no more peace and quiet. This means no more relaxed cooking. This means that someone will be standing over my shoulder again, asking me when I'm finished. This means that the medieval demeanor and behavior is back around me. Shoot me please.

I went out last night with my girl and it was a pleasure as always. My friend Sara from back home visited me today. We had some lunch and we talked about pretty much everything. She was out last night too, and she told me this funny (and at the same time disturbing) story about an acquaintance she had last night on the streets of central Linz. Apparently, we (me, Sara and a few of our Scandinavian peers) have got ourselves some heavy reputations down here. Bullshitting and intrigues... Jesus, I thought I left that shit back home in Sweden. Obviously not.

It's Sunday evening and I am very tired. I am going to bed soon. The coming week is (just like every other week...) filled with a lot of work and a few deadlines. Stress is slowly reaching me from behind. I can feel how it approaches me, I can hear the sound of stress, the smell of stress, the taste of stress. Sometimes I feel that the days should be longer. 24 hours is simply not enough.

Thank you for reading.