I’m sorry, but Norway has changed me.

I can’t stand smoky bars and enclosed spaces, I walk home when it’s -5°C outside, I’m so sick of people constantly drinking, I need people less and need myself more.

No more entries until 2008, which will be spent home with my mom, my cat and a book (or maybe a silly movie on tv. even better, to combine literary passion with moving images addiction, would be Dante told by Benigni, but I don’t think it’s on on New Year’s Eve..)

and I swear I will be in bed by 1am.