I’m getting more and more used to this whole “work” thing, even though I have to admit it’s not really my cup of tea, sitting in an office, pushing papers around and typing up this and that for such and such, but since I started, I’ve kind of gotten to like it to a certain extent. I guess that’s what happens when you have pleasant co-workers, though.

In other news, even my writing, as in my stories are moving forward, though it will probably be some time before I actually bother to update what I have, since I’m also rewriting some of them… a bit.
Also, a pretty ancient story of mine, featuring one of my first characters ever might actually be fit to read in a couple of weeks. It’s very easy to see that Iwrote it when I was a bit younger, and a bit more immature (yes, I’ve actually been more immature than I am nowadays, believe it or not) but I’m still going through it and still tweaking it where I feel it should be tweaked, and poking it into place.

Other than this, expect a completely new take on an old idea of mine, one I’m sure you’ve never heard about, or even bothered asking about, but nonetheless it will be posted…eventually…when I’m not lazy. Or hungry. Or tired. Or upside-down.

You know it’s fall in Gothenburg when the sky opens up and a waterfall decides that your head is the place to be. Nevermind the fact that you have an umbrella, because if that’s the case, the water will bounce right back off the ground to soak you from head to toe anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, I do like the rain, but only during the summer when it’s warm enough for me to go out in it and not turn into a small, shuddering, blue ball covered in blankets and pillows in a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of my normal body-temperature.

On the plus side, this means the dog won’t be wanting any ridiculously long walks at any point, as he made very clear this morning, by refusing to go outside at all. When a dog looks at you with an expression of “Don’t make me, there’s a huge shower out there!” there really isn’t much you can do but give up. He’s not going to let you forget the misery you’ve put him through if you don’t.