Always when I'm not writing my head is full of ideas of what tu put in a post. Now, of course it's completely empty. Let's see. . .
Aha! Dreams, I had a funny dream many nights ago, (and have had other strange dreams since then, but here's the top three from lately (in freshness order, least fresh to freshest):
I dreamed that I won £100 000, through a ridiculously easy contest. I had to turn the handle of some kind of device as fast as I could so that bubbles would come out. Well, well before the set time limit was broken I already broke the record, thus landing the jackpot of £100 000. I was a little dissapointed when I woke up.
In another dream I dreamed, among other things, that I was drinking something from a cup. Then I started fealing pressure between my teeth, like raspberry seeds stuck between them, but worse. I took a toothpick and started digging, and it wasn't raspberry seeds, but shards of porcelain, which was completely logical in the dream, since I drank from a porcelain cup. It was a bit unpleasant too.
And in the freshest dream I went to court (as a spectator), and I was first in the queue of "normal people", but the Pope was allowed to enter before me, because "he stands above law" or something like that. That was the explanation given in the dream anyway.
Now I'll stop terrorizing you about my dreams, and move on to more tangible subjects. A couple of days ago I got an email from a potential employer in Finland and they would have wanted me on an interview today. Since I didn't hear anything from them after sending an email asking if they could interview me by phone, I called them today, and I'll have a telephone interview next monday. Wish me luck! However it goes, it feels good to get invited to do an interview.
Tomorrow we'll have Finnish Friend over and eat some indian food. Yoghurt marinated chicken, raita-sauce and naan breads. Mmmmmmm.
Nå iallafall blir du int stabbad under knäskålen av nån rändöm tölöit som du aldrig ens har talat med (hu får man ens en kniv under knäskålen?) ... Eller fått som sommarjobb att bota/sköta om en ung man (jag tror att det oxo var en tölöit..) som är beroende av droger :,) obs. ingen av domdär var en mardröm haha.. dendär andra drömmen var nog lite jobbig eftersom han försökt begå självmord hela tiden *sigh*
ReplyDeleteKnäskålen är ju en lös benbit , så i princip borde det nog gå att trycka en kniv under den. . .
Deletemen man måst vara ganska skilled liksom ..
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