Ow, my head. What happened?

Last night: work. It was pretty quiet, but painful. I slit my left forefinger in two (almost) while cutting bread. Pretty * ouch * indeed. Can’t play guitar for two weeks, I reckon. Bled like a pig, too.
Went to the So What after work. I slept from 2.30 till 11.30 this morning, so that was good, for a change.

I called Tjerk today, who has been back from the USA for a few weeks now. I finally reached him, because his phone had been dead for a while. We talked for 15 minutes and it was just like old times. Haven’t seen him since the start of summer break and I missed him. He’s like a real girlfriend (if you’ll excuse the term, he’s not gay) and I get along with him so well.

I wrote some letters to go with the Change of Adress-cards to my grandparents and Ruud and Yvonne. Gonna mail the whole bunch now.

What the hell is love?

He was not so tall and rather fat
He had a labrador and a limping cat
Born in a country with a broken heart
Had enough money and a credit card
Told bedtime stories to his teddybear
Gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear
He had a small appartment, what a lovely sight
He watched Mtv all night

Where the hell was friendship
He must have turned it off
And most of all he wondered what is love
What the hell is love

He enjoyed the silence more and more
As he heard the door slam right next door
Had a fancy Parker and a diary
In which he wrote some poetry
And as he went to bed at night
The cat’s eyes gave him ample light
To make him lie awake and see
The content of his misery

Where the hell was friendship
He must have turned it off
And most of all he wondered what is love
What the hell is love

K’s choice – What The Hell Is Love

Need I explain?