Someone just walked by under my bedroom window, shouting "I'M WALKING WITH MY ARMS CROSSED BECAUSE IT'S SOOOOO COOOOOLD". I love living above a footpath.
Incidentally, how pleased am I that I decided to go to a Eurovision party the very year Norway won, apparently, the biggest landslide victory ever? (Moldova were actually my favourites just based on sheer joy, costuming and use of the phrase "HE-HEY", but even so.) Why do I suddenly care about Eurovision? Am I going to burst spontaneously into "Ja, vi elsker" in the library tomorrow, halfway through typing a derogatory sentence about Dante Gabriel Rossetti? Or get confused and burst spontaneously into "Du gamla, du fria"? Nothing's impossible!
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