I haven’t had a “philosofy sunday” for a while.
You might wonder that that is , It’s pretty simple actually.
One sits down together with an equally demotivated chum and sips whiskey and smokes pipe on the highest balcony you can find.

There you share cynical thoughts and help eachother believe in a brighter future. [i]Simply put, you prep eachother to cope with Monday and the rest of the week[/i]

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Yesterday, even though it was monday I had a sudden stroke of sunday. Even thought it way past bedtime I realized that sleep would not come easy unless I resolve the conflicts in my head.
So me and my mates all sat there with a melancholic frown on our faces, quaffed 10year old whiskey and spoke in low voices until 2am.

Today I’m back at school, trying to set up a small studio. But since I was kicked out of the 2nd-graders room (for some unknown reason), I have to set up walls around my assigned spot to keep my wits about me.
At the moment my teacher is prepping the firstgraders about various school-rules, It seems I’ll have to wait a while before I can start nailing up the meshes of my fortress.

Hmm my teacher’s voice stopped, perhaps it’s safe to go out on a recon mission..
[b](Emil I miss you!!)[/b]