Got up early this morning in practice for the coming next four weeks when I’ll be joining the ranks of the proleratiat in getting up fucking 04:30 to haul ass to work. Not certain what it is I’ll be doing, but as far as I can make out I’ll be carrying things and perhaps stacking things as well.
The store in which I used to work during weekends or whenever one of the regulars was hung over sick moved, and will no longer have use of my services. As boring as that job could be at times, it was kinda sad to pick up my junk that’s collected there over the years. Like the nametag that I only used the first week or so.
I got a new haircut that isn’t supposed to look as fluffy as it does in the image. I like it. Nazi but in a good way. The barber that made it appearently cuts most rockabilly and such head in Gothenburg, although I’m sure it’s an exaggeration considering how many rockers and the like we saw just at the new years party at Krete.
Yet another test:
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His best known works are dystopias — vivid realizations of the futures we want to avoid. |