Me. Me. Me. Me.

So yesterday was Tuesday. Every week I dread that day. Thinking, knowing, preparing myself for a shitty day.

But this Tuesday, came with a little something that left a good feeling. From yesterday and a week on, I will have the flat to myself. And that feels really good. In fact, it makes me want to say "Halleluja". But in a non-religious way. 

Of course.

I have a few weird small cuts on my fingers from Saturday's rumpus.

The day got a hell of a lot better around lunch time, when I went on the Roskilde site, to see what new band they've announced to headline the festival. 

It said "Them Crooked Vultures". Inside me a scream built up, but being in the office, it wasn't the right place to start shouting and jumping around. My eyes welled up, adrenaline was rushing through my body and all I could think of was to tell Anna. Tell Anna! TELL ANNA! And then tell the chef. 

Amazing. 

That was the silver lining of yesterday. The grey cloud trying to overshadow the silver lining was my laptop. It needs to be wiped clean of all data, all that data that somewhere has a malware program hidden in it. 
It needs to be wiped beyond recognition. So wiped, not even it's mom would be able to identify it. Or the dentist.

I was thinking of going geeky and install Ubuntu instead. Away with nasty Windows and go yay with open source. That's pretty hardcode geeky. For me. I don't mind it, but it will require a little more effort from me. And why not? Might as well pick up a few new tricks, because I don't have the money to buy a new one right now. 

And Sweden beat Great Britain in the first curling match. And later on the ladies of Sweden beat Denmark in their first curling match. 

And Sweden won a second gold. 

But my detox went out the window. I blame the chef for that.