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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2001-05-08
Sometimes I get these really bizarre ideas. Like now when I suddenly and quite unexpected decided that I need to learn how to get up crap-thirty and sleep at night. It’s hard, and in some way quite, quite mad. Sure the mind works, but not in any way it use to. But I must do this, it’s a matter of life and death of my academic “career”.
I need this, but that doesn’t mean that I want to. Because dammit all to hell, I want to watch M*A*S*H which they show far to late at night. The sacrifice is too great for me too feel at ease. Thank God that the chances are that Fox — the unbiased (because they tell me so) media company — will release the first season of Futurama on DVD.
