What a Day! Hang over= first prize.

The day was lazy, the troll had lunch at a restaurant with Kinkke. Went to the studio, had a cider, and there it all begun. Kinkke and the troll talked for hours, about life, travelling (of course), volountary work and frankly a lot of shiet. Were at world's funniest little bar, the troll had someone humpping her leg, oh well, quess those things happen. Ended up at a nightclub, met some sailors that serious drink like cave men and want everyone around them as dead drunk... And they managed. The wanting phone calls didn't fool trollet, she went home and slept like a cave women. Can one say that? Sleeping like a cave women.. well why not, one can say anything one wants, basically.

Today trollet managed to crawl out of bed at 4p.m, fresh, yes, she knows. A friend visited, nice. Then trollet has packed her bag, sort of. She is going to the lighthouse tomorrow morning, actually quite nice. Same story: wind, sea, nice co-workers and hopefully a refreshed feeling when back.

When back she hopes that the mind is ready to work, and the lump write. The troll needs to write and think, maybe the other way around, first think then write. Then she might go and see the object, maybe. The object is apparently visiting the troll. Interesting.