These past days have been slightly strange for me. I’m usually pretty quick at grabbing a chance at relaxing with a drink and thus, with the nice weather we’ve had lately, the festival, and the fact that I’ve had pretty much perfect working hours during all this, I should really want to call a couple of friends I haven’t met in a while and get out of the apartment. Beside the evening I came home from Dalarna I haven’t actually wanted to do much more than just hangin’ back and watching a movie though. Totally backwards since now is the time most people find other stuff to do. 
Typicall.
Might have a little to do with the fact that I didn’t really enjoy the drinking last time as much as I usually do… or maybe because I’m not in the mood to smoke and I do when I drink… or maybe because I’m tired of being tipsy? Who knows. But none the less, yesterday after work when I had the chance to enjoy the beautifully warm weather and a few drinks… I enjoyed sitting at home, taking it easy, watching some really bad series and turning in at 12. Felt perfect, but strange (to be me).
On top of that it feels really nice to get up at 8 today instead of 11 and get some washing done and enjoy the morning rather than wasting it all away.
Strangeness. 
Sweet morning kisses to all.
