I'm still alive, just very busy with my thesis, the renovation of my bathroom and search for tenants. Hope I'll find the spirit to write something proper soon :o)

This may gross you out, but I'm posting it anyway.


Before:

After:

Traditional - yes,
common - no, not really.

Is it time to change the title of this blog? When I started writing, I used a title than translates roughly into "The imaginary reality of today" but I didn't think it sounded good enough in English, so I chose the above one instead. But that's a subject for another time.

I'm sitting next to my computer in the middle of the night, feeling guilty from not really doing anything today. Trying desperately to melt together some sort of explanation of why high-pressure tanks or cryogenic equipment are not the way to go in hydrogen storage.
Other things on my mind are, first, fixing up my bathroom in under two months, I've been told that carpenters and plumbers are hard to get, and if I don't have some in my pocket already it'll be impossible to fix before New Year. Second, finding a new wardrobe, to have in the hall, there is simply no space in the entry room where my jackets hang now. Third, finding a tenant for the time I'll be in Sweden. The last one will be tricky. Finding a good tenant, seeing through peoples disguises and masks. With that in mind that I tend to trust people until they violate my trust. Maybe I should try to make them earn it instead. But what can be expected from someone growing up in a relatively innocent environment ;)

My days are spent getting myself out of bed in the morning working on my thesis and getting my ass of the ground to get into shape (proving bit tricky since every time I get the upper hand in my fight with the cold I trip and it gets me under again).

That's all for now !
Be back soon with more ;)

Karlmannslaus í kuld'og trekki kúri ég volandi
Þett'er ekki, ekki, ekki, ekki þolandi
Þett'er ekki, ekki, ekki, ekki þolandi
Nei, þett'er ekki ekki ekki ekki þolandi

I felt this was lying in the air, since I'm single and it's getting cold. The above "poem", is one my mother taught me when I was in my early teens. It is basically the bitter complaints of a female which has no man to give her warmth in the cold :)

Even though it would be nice to have someone to cuddle up to during the dark and cold hours, it's still good be free from the fuzz that comes along with a relationship. It's a win some, loose some situation...