After reading an article
[http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1580254,00.html] on the effects
incessant checking of mails has on people’s IQ (about 10 points deducted), I
decided I
I normally don’t hesitate to buy fried chicken, burgers and whatnot from any
kind of scnackbar. Regarding the origin of my food, I’m as indiscriminate as
your usual daytime radio listener.
Well, Easter is over, and my body is now nearing the shape of a barrel. So what.
It’s time for me to make some regular updates now; I gathered that from the
Well, Thursday was the traditional spinach, fried eggs and potatoes dinner.
Yesterday was the traditional fish-dinner, with heaps of salmon from the
beautiful rivers of Sweden, because as you know you shouldn’t
Tomorrow we’re off for Easter to see the family and enjoy another of those
infamous feasts consisting of eggs, candy and loads of meat. To celebrate that
occasion, here’s the link