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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2002-03-30
Have I ever told you that I hate holidays? Well, I do. They’re an enormous traffic jam, where noting really happens except that the car in front of you suddenly stops, the driver puts it in park and then leave it there. Where is Godzilla when he’s needed?
There is no point in going somewhere either, as the café’s are not open at all and besides that, no one’s home anyway. Holidays make being sick seem like a good idea, at least then you can lay in bed and sleep through the whole thing unaware of what time it is.
