I GOT IT!!!

I just got a really good business idea. A untapped market. A market that is just screaming to be tapped.
Home delivery of Potato chips and beverages. Its so simple that I marvel at the fact that it does not exist. I mean, all you need is a small van, you fill it up with chips and beer and then wait for the phone to ring. It is just so fucking brilliant.

I get these ideas quite often, ideas that would result in a blooming business in the hands of an entrepreneur. Unfortunately I am so far from an entrepreneur that it is just possible to be so the great ideas just vanish into thin air. So this is a cry for help. Are you the person that can turn my great ideas into guaranteed moneymakers, or do you know the person that can do it, contact me asap!

Mmmm pancakes

To gulf down a massive load of American pancakes with crispy fried bacon and maple syrup after a hard training can mean only one thing. Coma. A rather nice way to spend a night when you are all alone.

Oh deer

Eskilstuna Nyköping and back again:
# of deer (anything looking like a deer): 23
# of foxes (hunting something below the snow): 2

Inspiration

There has been a certain lack of inspiration here in our Eskilstuna base camp lately. The dishes build piles that I don't feel like washing. The flowers looks like they need care that I do not feel like providing. Thousands of photos have been left unsorted on my computer. Books that I bought during the Christmas break have been left unread. Letters from half a dozen pension companies have been left unopened. I thought that the recent return of daylight would do wonders but so far the only thing that has happened was the baking of a batch of Semlor and the half finished construction of a sudoku-solver in c++.

Close

I was close. Really really close. We had finished cooking a tomato sauce and then a pasta gratin with that sauce. We had eaten. I had put the rest of the gratin in tupperware for tomorrows lunch. I had put almost all of the left over sauce in tupperware to be frozen. I had done all this IN A WHITE SHIRT without getting a single spot on me. I made K aware of this astonishing fact, 'I was going to be the first amateur cook to accomplish this feat' . Then I scraped the two remaining tablespoons of sauce out of the pan and managed to make a big splash that covered me in red dots.

Bitter - sweet

I met a Posten-worker last Wednesday and he was not very nice. In a long tirade he expressed his view of the company I work for, bankruptcy was high on his wish list, that it would rain (I drive a moped while he sits protected in his heated car) was on top too. I do not know where he got all that hatred from, but I do know that I would never want to be like that myself. I also know that he is not alone. People hate us. We are the lowest of the low. On the bottom of the barrel. That is why it so warms my heart when, just prior to my meeting with the hateful postman, a lady stopped me and told me that I had delivered a letter wrong and I turned to her, looked at the letter with a little worried frown on my forehead and said 'Sorry but no, that letter has an handwritten address, only Posten deliver those' . The lady excused herself and I continued up the stairs. With this in mind I had no problem smiling through the bitter old mans tirade.