Kladdkaka and keys

Yesterday i was so happy after work. we managed to finish up so we could leave at 4 pm. And i thought "now i can get home and make dinner in peace and quiet before the other ones get home". But when i came to the door i realized one little detail. 

Where were my keyes? 

Of course, still inside the apartment, and me outside. So i sat down on the stairs and thought that someone should appear., after a while the neighbour found me and invited me to stay at their place until my flatmates came home. sweeet. So i Said ok and followed him and wtched Friends and Dharma & Greg a while, for the first time in months and months. (did i mention that we don't have a TV in this place? well.. except for the two tv's without channels in the livingroom)

After and hour or so I went downstairs to see if anyone was home. nope. So i called Jonte, and he was just getting home to our building. "yessss, finally". But when he came walking up the stairs he realized something. Where were HIS keyes?

Of course, still inside the apartment, and we where outside. This is starting to sound like that song about the elephants on the spiderweb thread. (Swedish childrens song)

So we called Hanna, still at work. Johan, an hour away. Our closest option was to go downtown and get José´s keyes. And so we did. We ran down the stairs, catched the closest tram (though it's just a ten minute walk to the center where josé work.) got to josé and she gave us the keyes and said "I stop working in ten minutes". Oh the timing!

 Now i'm sitting in our weirdly blueish kitchen and i could really fall asleep any minute. But Simon has got a small goodbye party so i'm gonna go there and say hi for a while.

The most horrible thing in this kitchen right now, is not the mess on the table, it's not the old pizza boxes on the floor, the full garbage bag or the bunch of empty paper bags on the floor. 

It's the kladdkaka (creamy, not quite ready swedish chocolate cake.. like brownies, only better better) on the stove. It smells delicious!!!!!!!! But since i made up my mind to try this weird etox diet, i CAN'T eat it!

instead i developed my own strange obsession of sweet almonds. yummy..

Oh and i gotta say one thing. I have never had this big amount of bruises on my body. The boxes and benches at work are really violent sometimes, and they always seem to be in my way. Now my legs have turned into dalmatian colours!

Anywho... i should get ready for the party thingie.

Someone find me some energy! except for that chocolate cake behind me.

Ciao!