I woke up with an epic tiredness, that can only be explained by the cream stouts from yesterday. They don’t taste as good the day after! I rushed to the travel agency. They had tried
I woke up with an epic tiredness, that can only be explained by the cream stouts from yesterday. They don’t taste as good the day after! I rushed to the travel agency. They had tried to charge me, but didn’t get one single Norwegian or Swedish crown. It was such a mess. I opened the computer, the telephone, the world spinning, the chair below me moving. Yesterday I had carded the whole pub visit (and got some lovely cash) and I sent some money to my brother yesterday, and this was more than I had calculated. And one card number I had written wrongly. So we sat and counted all the money, removing a little bit now and then. So I made the payment in 5-6 steps! In the end I had 20 euros on each account. So poor! For one, I had lunch and coffee here:
And for the other, I made a pasta sauce of peanut butter and served to this figure of niceness, who came home after working super-late:
I’m getting more money tomorrow! I sold some Swedish stocks. I don’t really believe in Sweden. The people are so indebted. The debts are all with good people, yes, a lot better than the United States in 2008. But the better the debts are placed, the higher they become, and the higher the risk if shit is really going down! Our debts are way worse than they were in US 2008 – before the crisis. So Sweden is a nation that is 90% good and 10% extremely fucking bad. Every year. I’d rather have my money elsewhere. Such as on the Ocean Atlantic that takes me to Antarctica tomorrow.
Goodbye America! I really really liked you.