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Det kommer snor. Man kan dö av snor. Snörv. :(

Köpenhamn? Amsterdam? Paris? London? New York?

I've now come to talk with myself, kind of speak to everyone, inside my head a little bit like J.D. from Scrubs. After watching another seven episodes all night I am, again, doing all my thinking in English. Probably because it's easier to express yourself if you pretend to be someone else. Or in fact nobody. This morning it've come to my mind that music is important for keeping my mind from less easy thoughts, even if I'm listening to a pop-cultural masterpiece like Belle & Sebastian's second album, If you're feeling sinister, or just some silly ABBA-song that goes "knowing me, knowing you, it's the best I can do."

I'm an emotionally and socially, seriously disturbed man.

I'm still up, listening to some Tom Petty-song that randomly showed up in my all music-playlist, after watching probably ten straight episodes of Scrubs without any Swedish subtitles. Don't blame me for writing in bad English since my brain mistook it's regular language. Funny though how the song fitted me, my personality and my mood so well, the title kind of says it all. Night Driver. I now noticed a bit of the intro of the New York Dolls' song, Stranded in the Jungle, sounded ridiculously alike some stupid Håkan Hellström-intro. Gullbergs Kaj paradis, I guess.

That sneaky thief.


"And I cry, I'm shaking and I'm on my own."

Hah, Hey Princess by Popsicle, in case you didn't know.