Oslo By Night

The view from my bedroom window ain't that bad. It's mostly roof tops and sky, and far away I can see the Oslo Fjord on a clear day. But what I'm most taken aback by is the light the city gives the sky. It changes. Sometimes it's orange, sometimes green and sometimes, like tonight, yellow. At Råholt the sky's always black at night.

It's 2 am, and I can't sleep. Not beacause I'm hungry or thristy or restless or have thoughts all over.. I'm just so damn nauseous! And I don't even have a reason to be so.. If only I were pregnant, that would explain it, but unfortunatly that's physically impossible. So maybe I'm like a cat, and have obtained a "pseudopregnancy", an imaginary pregnancy! That would be such a waste of time. Pregnancy' supposed to be a bitch, and why go through it if you're not even gonna end up with a Mini-Me?!

On the subject of things that are wrong with my body:
I am now about to be a brille-slange. I need glasses for my classes at Blindern, 'cause I struggle to see what's on the blackboard (or whatever it is), and get really bad headaches those days I have lectures. So that'll be fun. Just hope it won't make me look too much like my dad or like a power-lesbian.



I'm gonna go read in my Rome-book now, "Romans and Romerettes - Life in the Roman Empire". It'll be like having a cigarette while waiting for the bus. Either the bus comes straight a way (in this case sleep will come), and if not, at least you've enjoyed a cigarette (in this case an interesting book).




Cheerio, Charlie!