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Tonsils (/Dates) can sometimes be a real pain in the ass, considering the fact that this week has been a painful and a great tormentor of my throat. Having my tonsils blow up the size of golf balls, making me snoar (worse!), moody and apathetic at times. But some how I have gotten through this week, by generally looking forward to the weekend. Come Friday, the day we all look forward to as the long lost friend in the time of need. Work was as usual, a constant long drag of the same replicating task the one is assigned to do, the clock slowly turning is hands in the right direction. Making my way towards town today a took a new route. One I have probably made once or twice while living in Bergen. It was nice. And refreshing. For the evening a dicided to go for two wines, my usual Eco Italian, Saladini Pilastri Rosso Piceno 2006 and a delightful Bordeaux, Ch. le Grand Housteau 2006. Food was something going to be a little harder, and thinking what to buy on empty stomach was not going to help. Tapas with olivebread ++, I thought at first. But after looking at the price, I decided to go for take-away pizza instead. I was really looking forward to the evening. Food, wine and the new Terminator series "the cronicals of sarah connor" with Kristin for company. Ghost in the Shell was also great watching again, always! But nodding off on the date is not cool. Even if she understood it was because of the daily grind.

Wakening up on Saturday, I felt really good, but insanly dry in my mouth. A yes, snoring again I thought. She must have loved that, keeping her up. She told me later on, over breakfast, that I almost stopped breading a couple of times. Her holding her breath, worried as sick as if I was dieing there and then...I suddenly realized that going to the doctor was maybe a good idea. After a long a delightful breakfast, I had the sudden urge for making the day worth while. I jumped on the first bus towards "Lagunen" to go shopping for Dual-Layer disks. A decrepit old woman was pissed of at the bus driver for not picking her up at the "right" stopping point, and kept on fucking arguing all the way up to Lagunen. My my iPod was at home. At fucking home. The whole trip ended up with no disks and me forgetting my bloody umbrella while buying food. The mood was not great later that evening, ice cream craving, and the bloody tonsils. Arrg.