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LJ has, for some idiot reason, stopped sending me comment notifications. So I am left high and dry. I'll send someone and e-mail and complain. Hrmf.
I just went out to the grocery store. I thought it would be serene, perhaps a few people buying brussels sprouts they forgot to get on Saturday. I have never been so wrong; I spent twenty minutes waiting in line.
Christmas was lovely, as always. Mother invited the family to their house this year, which means cooking for two days and eating Christmas food for at least a week. Father just sent me a picture of his breakfast, rice cream (it's a Norwegian dessert, Wikipedia insists on calling it 'Risalamande').
I planned to read a few of Peter Brooks's books about law and narrative, finish Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty, watch the rest of Breaking Bad and start Justified, but all I succeeded in doing was eat, walk the dog, drink port and mulled wine, and demolish my brother at Monopoly.
The plan is to celebrate New Year's Eve at Anette and Synne's flat, they took it upon themselves to cook dinner. I'm a bit terrified of how it'll turn out, I don't think either of them really cook. Oslo's streets resemble a very wet skating rink, and are about as much fun to walk on. We always go to the Opera house roof when we celebrate in the city. It's a lovely place to watch the fireworks, as you don't really see much from a flat downtown. I'm sure the trek there will be particularly fun this year, with all the ice.
And now I should figure out what I'm going to wear tonight. At least I've curled my hair.
Happy new year, everyone!
I just went out to the grocery store. I thought it would be serene, perhaps a few people buying brussels sprouts they forgot to get on Saturday. I have never been so wrong; I spent twenty minutes waiting in line.
Christmas was lovely, as always. Mother invited the family to their house this year, which means cooking for two days and eating Christmas food for at least a week. Father just sent me a picture of his breakfast, rice cream (it's a Norwegian dessert, Wikipedia insists on calling it 'Risalamande').
I planned to read a few of Peter Brooks's books about law and narrative, finish Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty, watch the rest of Breaking Bad and start Justified, but all I succeeded in doing was eat, walk the dog, drink port and mulled wine, and demolish my brother at Monopoly.
The plan is to celebrate New Year's Eve at Anette and Synne's flat, they took it upon themselves to cook dinner. I'm a bit terrified of how it'll turn out, I don't think either of them really cook. Oslo's streets resemble a very wet skating rink, and are about as much fun to walk on. We always go to the Opera house roof when we celebrate in the city. It's a lovely place to watch the fireworks, as you don't really see much from a flat downtown. I'm sure the trek there will be particularly fun this year, with all the ice.
And now I should figure out what I'm going to wear tonight. At least I've curled my hair.
Happy new year, everyone!