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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2002-04-13
I don’t know exactly how I feel about this “sleep”-issue. It takes up time when once could do other things instead — forget the fact that I hardly do anything. Sleep is a pretty stupid invention really. Sot of a mishap in the evolution, a problem that was only partially fixed with a bit of duct tape.
Then when I sleep, I actually enjoys it. Especially if its bit chilly in the air and I don’t sweat buckets. Then I can just lay there, in the borderline between awake and asleep and think that this, this is what life is all about. These two opinions do not mesh particulary well with each other.
