Freeeday 2 July 1999
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Pic of the day: In the leftovers from Trade Day, I found these two
shirts for the incredible price of kr 300 for two. They originally
cost ca kr 800 ($100) each. The reason for them suffering such an
ignoble fate was almost certainly the color. However, these colors
are quite close to my favorite autumn colors, particularly when used
with a more moderately gold-brown vest or jersey (?).
Workplace music of the day: Friday I'm in love from The Cure Galore CD. It's totally beautiful, and it is Freeeday. But I'm not in love. No, really. I'm NOT. This bears some pounding on, I think. It's one thing when my friends claim that I'm in love, when my pen friends claim that I'm in love; but when my freaking DOCTOR yesterday claimed that I was in love, that's more than enough. I am NOT IN LOVE!! Never was! Never will be!
I'll admit that it sounds sort of alluring in English, at least as long
as you keep the "falling" part out of "falling in love". It is a bit
more dubious in Norwegian. The word "forelska" means, fairly literally,
"too much loved". And this could happen quite easily to me. I tend
to escalate emotions. If you accept me, I will like you. If you like
me, I will love you. If you love me, I will run away screaming. Anyway, I can't see why I can not have a girl friend without having a girlfriend (like in mushy stuff). I just wish I could be as lucky as her roomies, who can hear her voice every day, can see her smile, can see her frown, can see her nibbling her pencil while reading ... It's not about mushy stuff, unless you have a really sick attitude regarding pencils. (My first girl best friend made me blush because of a pencil, but I was very young then. And it did not involve nibbling, but something quite different.)
And it's nothing strange about the cola thing either. I mean, I can
eat oats at the farm without getting sick, but if I try that here, I
get so sick that I can not leave the house. So it's not a great
wonder that I can drink cola one place and not another. It certainly
has nothing to do with mushy stuff. Then again the previous doctor
thought drinking alcohol was a good idea and the one before that
recommended regular sex. I'm sure all of these could be combined
somehow, but I don't feel for it.
More bureaucrazy: Remember we did a lot of work because of an error concerning dead clients? And then wrote to them? Now it turns out some of the errors were in error, that is, due to a regrettable error they were correct and when we corrected them they became wrong. (But still dead.) Oh, well, at least they are not gonna move.
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