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My job at Pustervik is thisclose to being official now. Yayness!
In celebration of this I have hung around at home all day, writing a piece of fanfic for the comic I found the other day, wearing my kind of ugly but all the same funny hat I wear during the winter and wishing it would snow. As Linnea would put it - määäh!
Micha threw on an old Chopin record I'd forgotten I even had this morning before she left for work and it was on repeat when I woke up. It was playing a track that the pianist at my old school used to do when we were doing grande battements (I'm sure I fucked up the spelling - me and French do not get along). This inspired some very wild ballret through the apartment while Idil Biret was bashing out the Military Polinais [again with the spelling - damn] at the highest volume possible.
Note to self: Cats don't always appreciate Chopin. They definitely don't appreciate him accompaning the sound of breaking glass.
But hey, I had fun. This day is simply too good.