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Jag kom på en sak, min vän Ciarán blev besviken då han hörde att min blogg var på svenska. Du får väl använda Google Translate, sa jag och blev samtidigt väldigt nyfiken på hur ett inlägg skulle se ut egentligen. Take it away google!
(Fredags-blues as translated by google)
Suffered some of the acute self-pity when I realize it's the start of the weekend for normal people. My former colleagues are now sitting on his chin, each with a AW-beer and try not to talk about the job but fail miserably. (Even I have not forgotten how to do this.) Then leave the subject for an hour until the alcohol is passed into the body and the knob and then they return to talk shop. And colleagues. And maybe former colleagues. Hope they say nice things about me!
But yesterday, when I told Dad that he had to go home today if he wanted, so was my greatest wish to spend some time for myself, I've had people around me day and night for two weeks now and need some time for yourself . So now I have been playing music at high volume (and of course sung by) watching the hilarious section of the Modern Family, Cougar Town and HIMYM. Looking a bit wanted for the shop opposite and wondering if it might be worth to defy the fear of some candy? Why I let my father go home anyway?
It feels a bit sour that I have to start my journey from the beginning, having to be afraid to leave the apartment again. I still have nightmares that I have heart palpitations and I think each and every night that I brought that I get a shock that shoots through your whole body - and so that sound, the horrible sound that comes from the blow, I hear it every time. But when I check the pulse beats it nice and slow even if it takes a while for me to relax again. Same thing when I fall asleep, feeling that the fall has been replaced by a jerky awakening where I'll have to remind myself where I am. As a programmed memory that goes on repeat, oh how I hope it fades away soon.
Now for something more fun. It is quite obvious that I deserve candy, it can hear just about anyone. In fact, I go now and post this when I get back ...
Yes, but it went well that! Nervous as hell, but it is confirmation afterwards that is most important. A bag of Riesen and oranges may be on the menu for tonight. What a party!
(Fredags-blues as translated by google)
Suffered some of the acute self-pity when I realize it's the start of the weekend for normal people. My former colleagues are now sitting on his chin, each with a AW-beer and try not to talk about the job but fail miserably. (Even I have not forgotten how to do this.) Then leave the subject for an hour until the alcohol is passed into the body and the knob and then they return to talk shop. And colleagues. And maybe former colleagues. Hope they say nice things about me!
But yesterday, when I told Dad that he had to go home today if he wanted, so was my greatest wish to spend some time for myself, I've had people around me day and night for two weeks now and need some time for yourself . So now I have been playing music at high volume (and of course sung by) watching the hilarious section of the Modern Family, Cougar Town and HIMYM. Looking a bit wanted for the shop opposite and wondering if it might be worth to defy the fear of some candy? Why I let my father go home anyway?
It feels a bit sour that I have to start my journey from the beginning, having to be afraid to leave the apartment again. I still have nightmares that I have heart palpitations and I think each and every night that I brought that I get a shock that shoots through your whole body - and so that sound, the horrible sound that comes from the blow, I hear it every time. But when I check the pulse beats it nice and slow even if it takes a while for me to relax again. Same thing when I fall asleep, feeling that the fall has been replaced by a jerky awakening where I'll have to remind myself where I am. As a programmed memory that goes on repeat, oh how I hope it fades away soon.
Now for something more fun. It is quite obvious that I deserve candy, it can hear just about anyone. In fact, I go now and post this when I get back ...
Yes, but it went well that! Nervous as hell, but it is confirmation afterwards that is most important. A bag of Riesen and oranges may be on the menu for tonight. What a party!
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Postat av: Jonny
"until the alcohol is passed into the body and the knob"... Höhö, knob.
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