11:10 p.m

Today passed in waves. In waves? You say- In waves I say.
Getting up was hell. Going to work was hell. You know that thing that people say- you use less muscles when you smile, as opposed to the thirty million you use when frowning? They lie. But I did it, I smiled. Later on in the day I did more than that.

When you work in a little booth, and are surrounded by glass windows, there's not much you can get away with without people stopping and staring, pointing and wondering who to pay to see the bearded lady and the monkey-boy as well. In other words, you might just want to wait with picking your nose until you are in the privacy of your roommate's room. And don't get me started on the potentially lethal hazard of having beans - ever. Your gas will hibernate, for days at a time - until it finds itself safely cushioned on the seat of the swivel chair it has grown to know and love.

Somewhere around three, accompanied by David Bowie's Pablo Picasso, things changed. I started smiling. And laughing. See, if you don't have a student card, you don't get a student discount. Fortuntely, the company's decided to accept expired cards since about 70 % of the students haven't received theirs. A girl comes up to my window and shows me her card, which has, of course, expired. "Oh, well, I haven't received any new card" she says, apologetically. "Really?" I say. "WELL I GOT MINE" followed by maniacal laughter. There was no real reason for this laughing spell, but my philosophy is that there shouldn't have to be one. Laugh and the world laughs with you, right? So I did it again as she gathered her bags to walk away. Apparantly the world didn't include this girl in particular.

Also spent a considerable time dancing around in the booth, which looks pretty much like- well. Picture ten thousand Japanese people fighting over one karoake machine after too much sake. That funny. Except this psuedo-Chinese person doesn't just sing, she dances as well. Well. Dancing might be a bit of a euphemism. Picture my booth as this one giant conductor and The Creep being hit by lightning, repeatedly. Think it was popular back in the fifties, when you had the teeny-bop, the monkey, the oh-my-god-I've-just-been struck-by-lightning-and-I'm-still-alive dance.

Course you don't need to go dancing around any booth to make your workplace an enjoyable place. As a matter of fact, you don't even need a booth. Andreas, for example opts for a cubicle. He tells me that at his workplace, the employees make a sport out of running into each other's offices, passing gas, and making a quick getaway thus leaving their roommate trapped in confusion and a now less-than-pleasant workplace.

Of Course, this might be just another Swedish thing, up there with eating rotten fish and the summer tradition of dancing around phallos symbols while pretending to be amphibians. The point is, my pretties, is that there is always something, some little thing, that can get you through the day. Even if it's just smiling at your own weak attempts at smiling. Because at least you're trying - and - come to think of it, You can Make it.

Cause you rock.

[Heard I had a Yorkshire dialect today.
Well. Will you look at that.]