April 25th, 2001

mr. robin

the chef, the fish, and "my bum is on the"

This past weekend I went to Ikea with my friend Mitch. By the time we got to the checkout, a lot of our stuff was all mixed up in the shopping cart. Instead of trying to sort everything out, we decided that Mitch would just pay for it all, we'd figure out what I owed him, and I'd cut him a check or something.

So yesterday he hands me the receipt and I say "did you figure out what I owe you?" and he says "no, I thought you would do it." So today, which is an incredibly slow day at work, I pull the receipt out of my purse and get my pencil ready and IT'S ALL IN SWEDISH! Every item is identified only by its manufacturer name, not by a description. So now I have to remember and guess and cross-reference with the Ikea website, etc.

Some sample names for your amusement:

NOT
MJUKDUN
HOTT (a tea kettle)
DATA
GROGGY
NICK
LINGA (sounds dirty to me)
SKUGGA

Crazy Swedes.
mr. robin

20/a million

Today on the way in to work I couldn't keep my eyes open. Not just your average "oh, I was so tired," but like I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. This was due to a combination of several things: I didn't get much sleep last night, I had a bit to drink last night, it was bright out, and my contacts were bothering me. More than anything, though, I think it was that last one. I was terrified the whole way in that I was going to crash into somebody. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I took my right contact out and threw it on the floor (don't fret, they're disposable). So today the world is clear out of my left eye, and blurry out of my right.

I hope I don't crash into anyone on the way home.