I’m playing a hilarious (not really) game of, “am I tired or am I dehydrated?”. I’m most likely dehydrated.
I’m starting to feel that the winter will be over in a few months. It’s starting to be light again after 4pm!
It’s not a holiday in Marseille if I don’t bring back some shpunderok from the Armenian shop. This one was all fancy with some kind of seeds on the outside.
Pro tip: a brightly coloured coat is easier to find on communal coat racks than a black one.
This is scheduled to be posted in 2019. Knowing myself I probably went to bed at a reasonable hour and was up at 6am and already got an early morning run in.
I sometimes wonder what it’s like studying material physics – ice behaviour and all that stuff. And then I remember just how bad I was at theoretical physics and concludes that it’s probably rather tough.
At any point after 15:45 these days my mind likes to think it’s already 21:00.
The big geese are back. I don’t get them. It’s cold, why did they come back?
A while back, the person behind the Unfuck Your Habitat book/tumblr posted that often the only difference between a clean and messy person is that the clean person will clean up after themselves right away, which results in smaller messes that are easier to tackle. Let me tell ya, remembering to clean up after myself all the time is tiring mental work!
Bought the first part needed for making homemade holiday cards. Now I just need stickers, tons of stickers!
… 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!”)