Have you noticed that you can feel great, fantastic and downright rather good all around and then suddenly the cell phone makes that Tardis-sound and the shit just crawls back up? And the stomach twists and turns into this small scale copy of the biggest ball of twine in the world, and you’d rather just lie down and just do bugger all. But there are people around so you can’t, and instead the head just screams random syllables in one of those annoying fonts that doesn’t have proper kearning? Not? Lucky you.

Anyways. The weekend in Norrköping was really fun though. Expect photos in the photo-tumbler.