I have no food. Daniel is supposed to cook, and I'm curious to see what he'll do when he opens my fridge. Hey, I told him to go shopping yesterday, but he wanted to be hungover and sleep, so it's not my problem. I have chocolate and popcorn, I'll be fine. And old bread.
I love Weekendavisen, but their customer service sucks. "We made a mistake? Oh, we're so sorry, but I'm afraid you won't be getting your money back. And really, you should have guessed you were supposed to send us a copy of your social security card and your student ID." Obviously. Because that's what you do when you subscribe to a newspaper. Huh?
I love last.fm. Not that it works at all, but it made me put my cd's on my computer. So I remembered about Nils and Gangway. Yay! Henrik Balling love. I think he totally should come back as a dog. I miss Puls.
And completely random, because the thought of Puls made me nostalgic, those repeats of the "Gak gak" programs made me realize how many of the expressions we used growing up came from those three retarded kids. "Det er det falske sted." (That really doesn't translate well, so too bad.) I spat apple juice through my nose, which was kinda gross when you think about it, but it was just too weird. And the finger behind the ping pong bat? LMFAO. ( Without a Trace, Gilmore Girls, and some really old Smallville spoiled. )