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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.

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e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson

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2001-09-20

For some reason, call it self-preservation or whatever you like, I had completely missed the Stomp Tokyo movie-site. And now that I have seen it, I also want to see the Bollywood Superman-version.

It was in the dawn of mankind, about 7:35 a.m., a time which was way to early for me to be fully awake. I was only half asleep and riding shotgun towards the big U, this may account for something. I don’t know. If I only had known that I would be a different person later today day, when I realised what had happened this morning.

Was it because I never fully sleep long enough? That during the years I had begun to sleep less and less? I am Jacks identical twin, to steal an expression, but I don’t think its true. The reason is probably not that farfetched after all.

The thing was this that on the radio they played a song by the Corrs, and I actually didn’t think it was bad — I even enjoyed it. Is this a result of me being more and more interested in women playing folkrock or just folk music in general? I think so. It must be that damn fiddle...