Wherein I Spend My Day Procrastinating

Whatsapping with my sis who is on a  lecture.

It's about emergency geriatrics, which should be a) a contradiction in term and b) the shortest lecture ever. Trust doctors  though, they can talk for hours about nothing.

She was complaining so I sent her a photo of Winston Churchill in a bathing suit. Have not heard back from her since. I assume all her class mates took her phone and is passing it around, so they call can enjoy this beauty shot.

Wherein I'm like DOH

At le Island. I thought it would be a relief to get out of the city and enjoy the presummer heat at the countryside.
Foolish me. Pollen are partying in my naso-pharynx. My suffering is endless, much like my foolishness.

Anyways, 1,5 hours left til ESC, bless it. I'll be eating Tiramisu and hoping the rest of Europe realize how good Iceland, Estonia, Spain and even Sweden is. Also hope Europe realize how awful Ukraine is.

Well, its ESC week. O the joy. The craziness. The tackiness, false singing and bright lights.

Yesterdays show was spent live commenting with a fellow fanatic via a chat. And when i say live commenting, I mean admiring Estonias song and singer.

And when I say admiring, I really mean drooling. Fortunately we get another chance to admire Ott Lepland on saturday.

In other news, summer came to sweden. Its 25 degrees or so. My brain stopped working and I want to diiiiiie. Disgusting.