Sometimes, the mailman delivers awesome things. 15 €, Ebay. Something I can not recommend: Working 23 hours without eating. And no, I don’t have an eating disorder, I’m just very stupid. I ate an ice cream and some youghurt at Emil’s place last night 11 p.m.-ish. And then I came home around midnight. And went to […]

I drove Emil home yesterday. He asked me to come up for an icecream. We talked to his Dad. We went out and down to the park to eat icecream on a bench. We got a thousand good ideas for the interrail, including a playlist on Spotify. So we headed to his room and made […]