We totally met Tom Hanks younger brother yesterday evening.
Today I cried for the first time in forever, and it wasn't because of the Royal wedding or alcohol or The Notebook. It just felt like a fucking bomb hit me, when I was hoping for fireworks. Still feels like there would be atleast two litres of tears left, so maybe a bit of the Notebook wouldn't be such a bad idea afterall.
Around 2 o'clock I wrote this:"Today I just feel like
going home, bury myself under the duvet,
listening to melancholic Swedish music
and being miserable.
I have other obligations."
Some beers and some good company on top of a nice hill was just what I needed. Perfect evening! (Will try to steal some facebook photos later on.)