… and it was time to pack for another trip. I am not necessarily the best of packers.

I’m testing waking up at 5am even after the summer months – it’s definitely much easier when it’s already light outside at 4:30am.

A post a while ago on Unfuck Your Habitat said that often the only difference between a clean and messy person is picking up and cleaning up every day or right after some mess has been made… and, yeah, making sure there are no dirty dishes every single night makes for a much cleaner kitchen than letting stuff sit in the sink and on the counters. And it literally takes not even 10 minutes.

For some reason, Finnair grossly overestimates how much I’m paid and how many days off I have… or so their emails suggest.

Reuse before recycle!

I don’t think I’ve ever been inside that thing even though I run on Seurasaari quite often.

You know what September means? Loads of new diaries in stores that I must refrain from buying.

I’m scheduling this post (and some of the previous posts and some of the upcoming ones) on the 25th of August as I foresee that the end of the month and much of September will be very much too busy for my liking.

I was reminded of that dumb French joke, “c’est quoi un chien qui fait de la magie? un magichien” and now all the other dumb jokes I know keep on popping up in my head (e.g. “tu connais la blague de la chaise? elle est pliante!”)

I made a to-do list… and this post gets me one thing crossed off.

I opened the drying cupboard above the sink and something fell out and knocked over a container on the counter that promptly fell to the floor and spilled its content everywhere. I then also spilled a bit of my morning coffee. All before 6am. It was fun.

Right… words no longer have meaning.

Summer holiday vibes at 6:30am!

Two loads of laundry scheduled for today – that’ll teach me to be lazy during the weekend!

Limit of 20 gifts to open? Come on, PokemonGo, I want gifts from everyone every single day, not just 20!

I know that I have a week’s holiday in a short while but I keep on thinking it’s in forever.

Shall we call this one “art” or maybe “happy mistake”?