Ok, ok, ok!

I should be sleeping like this cat by now, but since I found some grumpy comments on my Swedish blog, I just had to write something here as well...

It´s cold!! It´s absolutely too damned cold, and I still have to endure 1 more week of this before I can go back to El Hierro. I´ve been working hard these last weeks, because otherwise I can´t afford to travel (actually, I can´t really afford this upcoming trip, but I go anyway...), but I´ve also had time to drink wine and beer and to smoke a lot of cigarrettes. The tobacco will have to go now, because I can´t have all these bad habits at once, and if I have to choose, well... I do prefer drinking to smoking. I´ve been spending a lot of time with different people - some of whom I didn´t even know 6 months ago, and others that I have known for a decade - or forever. Now that I live alone I have become even more aware of the importance of my friends, because this little piece of shit town can really suck if you don´t fill part of your time with nice people... And friends seem to come and go, but as long as they don´t all go, it´s ok. [I think I have permanently lost one, though, since "The Dysfunctionary" (you R know who that is... ) won´t talk to me anymore, but frankly, I can´t see that as a very huge loss at this point in my life...]

And now today´s cat pee update: two days ago I found a new place where the cats have been pissing for some time, and it was unexpectedly on the bottom part of one of the CD-towers - the last one in the row containing "male artists". I noticed when I opened the glass door to get out a Warren Zevon-CD... Good thing there was a glass door, though.

Now that it has been colder than -10 C for several weeks I usually wake up in a sweat in the morning. And no, it´s not menopause, but four furry cat bodies trying to get really close to me. That part is OK, but what really drives me crazy is when my bed becomes a war zone, int the middle of the night. That happens when Liffi for some reason wakes up and sees Otto in the same bed, and thinks "wait a minute... isn´t that the cat I´ve decided to beat the shit out of whenever I have a chance...? Hmm... and he´s asleep..." And then in a matter of seconds there´s a lot of activity, and a lot of screaming - and then silence, while a lot of loose cat hair slowly settle on my bed...

I hate to wake up that way! And it has happened twice in one week now....

But now I just have to go to sleep, because tomorrow morning I will have to wake up like most people do - to the sound of an alarm clock... I hate to wake up that way too, but I sort of have to.... I´ll wake up at 6 A.M so I can get started by 7 A.M and drive my father to the hospital in Vasa, so...

buenas noches.