I dreamt that I was in Japan and planned a company aimed at making Japanese people choose Swedish universities. Like, you took a test, answered some questions, and we found the best university for you.
I dreamt that I was in Japan and planned a company aimed at making Japanese people choose Swedish universities. Like, you took a test, answered some questions, and we found the best university for you. I’d like to point out here that I have never in my life thought of starting such a company. Then my cousin showed up and was super-happy, asking if I could come to some kind of party. They were renovating the family house, making one room into a library etc. We looked for open cafes and found one eventually. He ran away to the coziest corner chair, that’s how happy he was. I sat down and ordered an American coffee without touching any of the 2 euro cakes that looked like they were free.
I woke up 7:42, and then again 7:55. No breakfast today. The ship still moving like it has for 24 hours or something. I’ll watch another tv series.
Me and my dad played Monopoly. I built the light-blue streets, some other colour, and the two most expensive, purple streets. Houses started coming. He had no chance. And for every street there was a wooden part, that I built a pyramid with. Woke up again, half an hour before lunch.
There was only me and Chloe for lunch. For breakfast she was all alone. Daniel was sick in his cabin, lying in his bed thinking about nothing. A guy came and told us the storm was slower, so we were allowed out on deck. Me and Chloe decided to go out and explore the front of the ship at 16:00. Only that I fell asleep again after lunch. I’ll stop noting what I dreamt of since it’s getting embarrassing. There is a lot more in my brain than after parties with cinnamon roles.
I woke up at 16:30 which is my running time. I got my stuff and went down there. My feet were hard again so I ran bare feet. It rolled so much that I kept holding the machine. It was a lot more exhausting than just running. I stopped at 3 km. At least my feet were soft and mushy again, so there’s something.
Everyone showed up for dinner. Daniel gave us the coordinates of the ship. We’re west of Portugal, but have not yet passed the Azores. We got stuffed paprika with mashed potatoes. I asked if they had lots of beans, and they said they did. So I asked if I instead of meat could get just beans every day, and they said ”sure, why not!”. So easy. I really like my eating habits, which I call ”pragmaterian”, meaning that I eat vegan when it’s practical, ”pragmatic”. That makes me 90% vegan at home, and 50% on this trip, but all the meat on this ship is getting at me. It’s like it’s always stuck in my teeth. I’ll have no teeth when we arrive in America. But it was so easy to just ask for beans. Nom, nom, every day!