Born unto the age of the golden (Devendra Banhart - This Beard Is For Siobhán)

Yesterday I drank some Georgian red wine, Mukuzani, but not too much. I had a busy day at work, so I was very tired. Besides the wine, I tried to boost up the mood with music, PS3 football and Medal Of Honor series, but to no avail. So I just brushed my teeth, went to bed and read some Lars Kepler and fell asleep.

Cats, as always, woke me up a few times. Sulo even opened the curtains for me in the morning. That was nice.

I'm goin' to heist your hood (Robert Johnson - Me and The Devil Blues)

Couple of rainy days in the making.

Woke up to a Friday morning. I bought a wake-up light alarm clock from a flea market, don't know how to operate the fucking thing properly, but it's alright. Besides the light, I wake up to the sounds of music these days, so that's new, I have a very good local radio fixed on it and today I woke up to a very good tune that I've forgotten already, yesterday I woke up to Afroman's Because I Got High, it got me going real good.

No plans for the weekend. Except football. And wine.

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.