Feelin' all right

D, don’t you worry my dear friend. I just had a bad day of self pity and -denial yesterday, that’s all. When I came home from Leicester last week I spent a few days at my parents’ in the big S and after such a weekend I always get the blues coming back to my own God forgotten-way too small-sorry excuse for an apartment. Anyway, today’s much better, the evil cold I caught on the fiercely freezing midland mainline train aside. Why can't you foreigners heat your coaches? My nose has turned charmingly red overnight.

I actually planned on studying good and hard today. It’s not by far too late yet but I know myself. When the clock strikes three pm I always seem to transcend into the bubble of restlessness. Once surpassed, I might as well close my books for the day and just have some more coffee.

(Please, learn Swedish. I’ll try to write in English more often, but it’s tricky to get it right you see. It’s me and my control issue and the feeling of not having it.)