I am the dark matter (Mustasch - Damn It's Dark)

A good way to completely drain your energy is having a fasting day (max 600 calories) and going running in the morning.

Which I did. I ran my usual route 5 times (app. 7 km) and I was utterly exhausted.

Drinking half a bottle of wine before going to sleep last night didn't help.

After getting my shit together, I went to a flea market and purchased a few CDs, cookies and something for the cats as well.

At home, I watched football. 

I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife (Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon)

I reckon, I have nothing to say.

I'm here just to say 'hi' I guess.

When nothing happened (Monty Python - Ralph Mellish)

February.

Sunday.

Off to work. It snows and it rains. Hopefully I still have a football practise after the Sunday shift.

Listening to music before marching in. Guatemalan coffee. A banana.

Nothing too exciting.

Wishing my whole life away (Uriah Heep - Easy Livin')

Hey, I'm going to drink myself senseless today.

And there's not much you can do about it.

Starting with Chilean Tarapacá Gran Reserva Cabernet Sauvignon 2012.

I'm also listening to music (now, that's a surprise) and once again realize how much I fucking love it. But also, I fucking hate music too. And loving to hate it. I'm disgusted of bad music. I don't understand people who listen to crappy music. Sometimes I think they are sick to their heads. And I'm probably right about it too. All that shit about everyone having their own opinion and taste of things - that's so fucking untrue that it makes me fucking sick.

You assumed were accidents, best forgotten (Nick Cave - The Curse Of Millhaven)

Today, after work, I became very happy. On my way home I went to a shop next door where I live to buy a loaf of bread and cottage cheese and at the cash register ahead of me was an old lady (age 80 - 90) buying some bread also. She poured all the coins she had from her purse on her hand and told the shop assistant to count the money that is needed because she cannot do it herself with her bad fingers. The coins were counted, turned out the lady had too little and the shop assistant told her it's 30 cents too short. Apparently the lady had no credits cards, so she became helpless as what to do. In fact, she looked terrified. With the little money she had, she only wanted some bread.

And there, like a knight in shining fucking armor, is me handing out the 30 cents. Seeing and understanding what I did, the old lady was breathless a moment or two, then grasps my shoulder, almost cries and thanks me heartily.

That made my day.

Hopefully that made her day as well.

Maybe it was a well-planned devious plan to nick my 30 cents to begin with, who knows. Maybe she'd be tailing me whole month and executed the plan the exact right moment.

Later in the evening, I finished watching the first season of True Detective. All in all, it took  me two days.

Pardon the way I stare (The Four Seasons - Can't Take My Eyes Of You)

After a pretty ordinary day at work, I went running.

I did my usual route 5 times (app. 7.5 km). It was slippery and I was a little worried that I might fall down again and do some damage to myself. Couple of times I was quite close of falling, but never did.

Once back home, after shower and quick lunch, I brewed fresh coffee, drank it and Chilean Tarapaca wine was in order. Watched one episode of Lilyhammer.

Now I'm listening to music and drinking more wine. It's quite horrible, Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons, I borrowed their best of CD because I kinda liked the Clint Eastwood movie Jersey Boys that was based on this band.

It's alright, a weekend ahead, Premier League football and whatnot.

I got one life to live, one life only (Danko Jones - Fucked Up)

It's Epiphany. Some kind of Christian holiday. Day off work. Thank God for that I guess.

I woke up early. At 5 a.m. Half a sandwich and coffee for breakfast. Been listening to music for couple of hours, doing some online window shopping. I did purchase a Harry Dolan novel called Bad Things Happen, they said it's good somewhere, crime noir shit.

It's -14 Celcius outside. 

I read an article from Guardian of a fellow someone called Graham Hughes who traveled (without using a plane) to all 201 countries on earth. Now, that sounds like a plan.

Discovered the artists Mark Kozelek and Archie Bronson Outfit.

I'm more convinced I don't like The Ramones that much. Also The Doors and Joy Division are highly overrated.

People should listen to Wesley Willis more.

After the music session, I played a couple of nice missions of Far Cry 4. Then I went running. It was still early, the sun rose up while I was still there and it was awfully goddamn amazing. It was really cold out there, but I was dressed like a cool motherfucker, so no biggie. I did my usual route six times which amounts to something like 8 kilometres. Fucking love my new Vivo barefoot shoes.