It's quite amazing how restless I get after spending just a few hours alone at home. I just kinda wander around, picking things up, putting them back down, doing some dishes, getting bored, sitting down, standing back up, wandering a bit more. Very monotone, very boring.

Suddenly got a craving for swedish frallor with swedish präst-cheese. And a glass of O'boy... this monday night is just getting better and better.

Will go back to aimlessly wandering around the apartment now. That or reading a bit of my brutally bloody book, before getting bored again and go back to wandering around.

Laters.

(Can't seem to post youtoube videos at the moment - but click here here here for soundtrack of the night. Johnny is the only thing livening up this dark evening a bit...)