headed for DC rehearsal only justttt in time. i hate the way i look in the mirror, no strength no purpose no direction. Sabina is a joy; every time I lose focus it happens to be at the point when they're supposed to switch and stare at us and she always looks so into the game that I get back on track. and my whole eat-more-iron nonsense is paying off i didn't black out at all this week. aye.
went off to bake pepparkarkor and lussekatter, courtesy of V-Dala and Smalands. hot mulled wine is insanely good, i am hankering after it again. Sofia said she could eat a cow and Marti said she could eat a horse so we headed to V-Dala nation for a lateish dinner while waiting for our lussekatter to bake. Sofia's soy hamburger tasted really delicious, i'm definitely ordering it the next time; she loved my veg lasagna and Marti polished off her meat version too. Xio delivered our lussekatter after Behnaz called to say they were ready. Oddly delicious though usually I can't abide saffron/almond mixtures.
Spent the night talking to people whose names I can't remember. One of them-- a Belgian girl-- is apparently dancing in the Sunday concert as well. A Spanish boy warned me that "caliente" is a dangerous word.
resolution: do something crazy every single day i've got left.
today's: kissed two girls. HA. cheek kisses, please, but ehhh we've all got to start small on the path to craziness. I just know I'm going to show up in Rome wild-eyed and hungover with exhaustion.
weather forecast still says snow for tomorrow. YES.
i want to run. i want to dance. i miss singapore. i miss my usual 2 rounds around my neighbourhood. i've had only 2 hours of sleep. i'm going to bed early tonight. sweet dreams my cold, wet Sweden. may you meet my eyes in white.