Calm before teh fail.

So, no more Espresso Croquant for me. Today i managed to get up at six thirty feeling pretty fresh. Fresh enough to chow down breakfast, then walk up to Sandvikspilen and down again, whereafter i biked into town, warmed up at steady 100rpm ending at 153bpm. Whereafter i did all exercises with a slight pain in my right pectoralis major (which still bothers me even two years after i first got it). I didn`t feel like rowing with that pain, so i went straight to the bath and swam an easy 2x250 and practiced holding my breath underwater. My technique is abominable, but hopefully i`ll get the hang of it in a while.
Unfortunately, the girl at Kinsarvik had no specific tips about which comics one should read. Too bad really, i like it when people have a certain kind of dedication relative to their media which makes them interested in conveying what they think is the best. Oh well, Fantastic Four? Me and mutated superheroes never really got along, for that i was too into The Phantom. But the old stuff might be comfortably nostalgic to read, so if i come across any i`ll be sure to take a gander at those narratives as well. She is pretty good looking, and the dialect is pretty cute. From which base her life unfolds is though as of yet a mystery.

I`ve kept a perfect diet today, and will enjoy fish cakes for dinner later on. Everything is as perfect as it could get. (Besides from the fact that I`m flat broke and without an education and a girlfriend at the age of twenty-six, which is, of course, not optimal.) Other than that though.......

Bartók is off to a good start. And my piano-lessons are really amusing. As for now I`m just slowly moving through the introductory hand movement lessons, but it`s fun to be responsible for creating harmonious sounds and rhythms.
Now if i may be excused, I have some pornography which requires watching.

Have been floating in comfortable mental landscapes today. Surprising, and slightly unnerving. (Can`t take a good thing for what it is, right?)