He knows all the girls in town, whoa (The Sonics - The Hustler)

Killing time before marching into work. Music, coffee and water. A fasting day, so don't eat much.

A pair of new headphones I ordered from Amazon arrived today. I break those a few pairs a year, so couple of extra ones came in handy.

Two evening shifts looming ahead. But also two days of Champions League football.

Decay stinks like hell (Hellhammer - Death Fiend)

A day-off.

I have been listening to music. I also have drank coffee. It's all very mellow.

I also have paid close attention to weather forecast. It's possibly going to rain later on. Or then it isn't. We are living exciting times.

If it rains, I'll go running. If it doesn't, I'll go to play football.

And then I'll eat.

Choose a side, or choose a headstone (Dennis Lehane - Live By Night)

Ooh, haven't been here for a while. Forgot the fucken thing existed that's why.
Still, not much to say. Things aren't changed overtly much. Still working at a library. Off to the fucking thing in few minutes, a Sunday duty. Drinking coffee that I grind myself (good shit) and I hear my cat is licking water just next to me. I wish it was a day-off because I could keep on drinking the good wine I found couple of days earlier (Chilean Pinot Noir Maycas Limari), maybe play some Medal of Honour: Advanced Warfighter or do something else.

I ride until the death (Watain - Outlaw)

I hurt my knee. I hate getting old, getting these injuries. Fuck.

It ain't bad. I hope. At least I can walk. Barely. But at least I can. I'm having a holiday, so it ain't that fucken bad. But still. I'd rather play football than drink wine and whiskey right now.

I still haven't fully recovered from my wrist injury.

Just to play it safe, I bought a bicycle helmet. It's the only thing - my head - that I haven't hurt the past couple of years. 

I fight darkness with darkness (Lafayette - True Blood)

Another loooong break. I'm off the cast so I can write, that's one. But I'm still on the process of healing. It's been long and frustrating. Miserable.
But I'm coming back. I've been running a couple times now. I'm using my hand more and more. Hurts still, but it's getting better. And I don't want to sound like a whiny motherfucker. I'm not a cancer survivor. Not back from 12 months leave from fucking Afghanistan or anything. You don't have to read. So fuck off elsewhere.
Otherwise, I'm back at work. And there's a shitty period going on. We're in the process of organizing of what we do. Well, the others decide. It's a fucking circus. So fuck that too.

Genghis Khan Capone (Floris - Being John Malkovich)

I haven't written here anything for a month simply because I was stupid enough to go running on an cold day and I fell down on an icy surface and broke my wrist badly. Two major bones on my hand were broken and the small bones on the wrist were disheveled. It hurt like motherfucker and I still have a cast on (and I'm on painkillers), so it makes living quite hard. I'm right-handed and I broke my right hand, so do the math. Everything has been quite impossible at times.

The Prince of Darkness is always gentleman (James Lee Burke - Last Car To Elysian Fields)

There was a pre-Christmas party in a large castle on Friday. It wasn't much, half a thousand people, pretty boring. Yesterday I had fasting day and for the first time I went running, it was surprisingly easy to tell the truth, I did my usual route four times which equals 6 kilometres.