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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2003-02-28
I thought yesterday was bad. I honestly thought that it was all downhill from there but I was, for once, wrong. It is worse today and at the same time a bit better. The narcolepsy bit is gone, and not a moment to soon. The eyes don’t move as if they where imbedded in jelly and someone switched of the double frame rate. Time functions normally. I want to scream at people for no reason at all. Gut them up like... like... I don’t know, A fucking mime? Whatever. Now this is personal, I will not cave in. Headache be damned. I can drink tea instead.
Read something else: like the Being Charlie Kaufman article. Or a book by Tim Powers, after all it’s his not-quite-birthday today.
