Friday, January 18, 2002

I guess it's possible to have too much rhythm. Or in my buddy K.'s case, too much circadian rhythm. Her internal clock is refusing to adjust to Stockholm. Of course, this won't stop us from going out for beers after work tonight and getting sloshed.

It's us. It's what we do when she comes into town.

(I think the Swedish romance with alcohol is rubbing off on me. I guess I need to work a lot harder at absorbing the language and to ease up on absorbing some of the more interesting cultural habits.)

The Swedish word for the day is bakis. It means hung over. I hope this is not a self-fulfilling prophecy.

- by Francis S.

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