Sun, hang over, happiness and weird phonecalls.

The troll has enjoyed the sun at various river boats and terrasses, not getting any work done what so ever. The unity has enjoyed friends, a lovely drunken satisfaction, crap nightclub, live music that wasn't that great, afterparties, strange phone calls, even a straight forward bootycall in the afternoon which made the lump blush and the mind laugh madly and of course not accepting the offer. Bootycalls don't exactly happen everyday, so what can one do except laugh? In one way it is very funny, especially getting the bootycall while sitting at a meeting, in another way it makes the mind say HEY, what do think?? Does the person really think the troll would go? Then again, the two of them do have a past. Oh well, the weather makes people go mad.

The lump, mind and the troll is still feeling like a connected unity, and very content with everything around her. The sun makes the troll smile, her eyebrows white, and her nose very red. She appreciates her friends, they are the greates. She also enjoys the strange things that happen around her, at least life isn't boring. It's all good. Ah, what a lovely feeling to say so: "everything feels good" even though the thesis is still on hold, and a bloody hangover is present. But still, all is good.