Resting

Of all the things I could or should do, I ended up writing here. I should be cleaning up (which I really must do before I leave), writing two essays in Swedish, planning tomorrows party. Or I could be reading (short stories by Harlan Ellison: great, unbelievably so, but best enjoyed in small portions), playing Serious Sam: The Second Encounter (just might do that later, relatively perfect as brainless entertainment goes), taking a walk (It's deadly cold outside, so no. It actually snowed today, hard), writing an email to someone (feeling too antisocial, not really feeling like contacting anyone tonight), or watching a movie (I actually have an idiotic one on pause for the fourth hour on my other computer). Instead, I'm writing nonsense here.

Actually, not just that. I'm also reading the thoughts of a young lady, that constantly seem to be surprising me. Pleasant. And reading a short story every now and then. And listening to Katie Melua (I just might graduate to Norah Jones tonight).

I'm resting. That's what all of this adds up to. For the last days I've done very little, mainly just slept and eaten. I have some tiring times behind me: exams, things to organize, guests to host (mostly pleasant things, though); and still a lot to do before I leave. I think I deserve a bit of rest.

I'm trying to change this blog into something more of a journal than a random collection of thoughts. But not only that. There will still be room for my ramblings.