Midsummer banter (not)

So today is Midsummers eve, and the longest night of the year. It is traditionally celebrated with lots of intoxicants, acompanied by herring here (us swedes acompany everything with pickled herring to get an excuse to get shitfaced, possibly cuz u can´t eat enough of the stuff to fill your stomach and prevent the shots of aquavit going straight to the head).


My folks are on their way out the door to do just the above at the neigbours house. I am invited too, but since I barely can type this, streched out on the sofa, I doubt its a good idea. 2 weeks ago I was starting to feel slightly better. I had a few friends visiting and I could potter about in the kitchen. And I thought that maybe that 3 month long period of hardly being able to shower or even hold up a spoon, was over for this time. But how wrong I was. A few days ago I simply ran out. Again. And now there is no way I could sit at a dinner, because I simply can´t sit up long enough to get shitfaced. Guess I could get shitfaced anyway though, horizontally...


Today I got company. She was a little moaning lady walking in as if she owned the place. And she can have it for all I care...

No the only Midsummer I care about is the Midsummer murders. I was deeply disturbed when SVT 24 ran out of episodes a few months ago, and not all the Miss Marple in the world can make up for it. Its terrible how this illness makes you so geared towards television, and I have already given my word that if I ever am to get well, I will never own a TV again. I´m dying to do and not just watch!

Well anyway, Midsommer murders have had the decency to record a new season, and although its hard to believe that there can be many left in the county to murder, I shall devour my beloved English countryside all out.

Till then, I have joined Lovefilm. I was once a member back in the sun-burnt days of living in L.A., and I think they were alot quicker to send you out films back then. But in Sweden the post is like everything else under our capitalist government, slow, expensive, and soon to be privatised, so you just have to say thank you and wait for the next elections. Anyhow, I decided that just cuz my body is drying up and weakening out, I should at least try to keep my brain somewhat alert. I guess I could have opted for something more suitable than learning more Spanish, since I hardly have anyone to talk to at all nowadays, let alone in Spanish. But I have said it before and I say it again. Shame on whoever gives up. So I began my rental membership with only signing up for films in said language, and have so far recieved quite a few peculiar dics that certainly wouldn´t have made me stop in a usual videostore.

These two were pretty morbid I must say. Voces Innocentes I can even recommend, if you got the stomach for injustice and human courage. About the civil war in El Salvador, told in the perspective of an 11 year old boy.

Anyway, this chicken might splash out this fine friday night and treat herself to a sleeping pill, so she can be rid of it all properly for a few hours.

I bid you adiós.