I knew they were following me. It IS a conspiracy, and I am not just paranoid. Why? You will know after reading this post.

It all started after I met this nice girl, I should not have. I belived it was just a coincidence, actually I have met her several times before. Since we are friends. Why would I have second thoughts of meeting up with a group of friends? The signs were there, in the table after my second sip of beer the condensed water on the table that had evaporated from my glass formed the infinity symbol. I ignored it at the time. My bad.

It must have been carefully planned. Everything. I did not suspect anything. But after that moment, it got worse. I could wake up in the middle of the night, feeling the numbness in my arm and more specifically my fingers. I could not sleep due to the itching in my fingers. But after some erratic thoughts I fell into sleep again. Never considering the cause. Waking up in the morning the pillows were neatly forming the number one (1), I ignored this as well.

 Now after one visit and one actively passive treatment by the electricity machine. I had to go back. Consider this, the second time on the 25th!!!!! I said that I felt better and no more treatment should be necessary. In vain. And the doctor applied the electricity machines electrodes to my neck, back and arm. Then the elecrons raced through my body sending impulses to my fingers making them twitch for… yes 13 minutes!! You see the red line here?? After the treatment I tried once more and told the doctor that I now was OK, but he scheduled me for another visit on the FIRST at 1325. This is killing me now. I have to cancel this. But they will most likely find a way. They are everywhere. I can hear the guy at the desk behind me stops typing at same time I stop. He must be copying theese words.  Now they know I know. But I know that too. I have to figure something out. I have to get away.

Concerning the CAPS LOCK incidents, I delt with it the correct way:

if it is possible to see, good. Otherwise: I simply removed the dirty button with a knife, and with the blood pumping in my veins the also hated windows button saw it’s last days of community.

Another thing that have bothered me is the Swedish mass produced bread, so this week I baked spelt bread with walnuts and carrots.

I decided to run yesterday evening. Even though I felt some pain in my foot because I had been walking quite a lot thiss weekend on asphalt. Some old other pains showed their faces so I will have to wait another week until next try.

Not perfect.

Some Danish guy called me at work to disuss about things. He kept on talking in Danish. Lowuoaewowuuuyyh

I didn’t get it. I tried english. But no.

Finally I reverted to -”please send me an email. I am in a meeting.”

I got the email, in danish, but I have finally decoded the message.

Stouopid Danishians. - “You know, Speak Swedish is speak Swedish!”

I’ve went to my companys doctor today to verify what ails me. Sure it is some entrapment of the Ulnar nerve, most likely in the elbow. The doctor started by pressing at nervepoints while bending my arm/shoulder/hand. Then he told me what I expected. He showed me some stretching exercises and puched some more nerve points. Then he gave me a true Strindberg.

I know now what chased Strindberg, the fear he felt. The demons. The conspiracies. However in my case, it was alternating and direct. He said that he would help me by increasing the bloodflow and to relieve some of mine pains.

With the electricity machine. He put electrodes on my neck, back and down my arm. When he turned on the juice my hand started to twitch and he said it was normal and I would become acustomed to it. Then he left me there alone in the dark with electrodes connected to me and my hand twitching in phase with the 1 Hz pulses.

Yes I counted the frequency, you tend to do that sort of thing while your neck/arm/hand is cramping.

The electricity machine. I’ll see you again. But first, some absinthe.

I was invited to dinner at dr Fungus’ place some weeks ago, I provided the starter, homemade Gyoza, Paul made applepie, and the doc were to make meat and root vegetable gratin. The funny thing with the gratin was that some of the root vegetables tasted weird, and the doc complained that the people at ICA had put bad root vegetables among the other so tasty soup vegetables.

Last time I bought some root vegetables, yesterday, I recognised one that my friend had bought, horseradish. The doc believed the one he bought were parsnip. You who don’t know the differece in looks, the horseradish looks like a big parsnip. So the people at ICA had put horseradish among soup vegetables, which means they don’t know what they are selling.

 Shame on you ICA!

I wrote the above with my shift-key pressed down. I never use the Caps key. But sometimes I happen to press it down and since I often look at the keys when I type and not the screen I have to start over again. So I think I will remove the key from my keyboard. And I think THEY should stop with the key completely. If anyone uses the caps key leave a comment.

Some pains in my knees after yesterdays running. But nothing I don’t know what it is. So far all according to plan.

Ran some more yesterday. Now the pains have shown their ugly faces. I’ll think I’ll rest some days now befoe I will hit back, and hard.

Getting my hair cut is an interresting procedure. Mainly because I normally fail to get my hair cut in about 6 weeks. Why this is so I think is because I can be somewhat absent minded about things I don’t really care so much about, like my hair.

Anyway, the story begins at day one, the first day I notice that my hair has gotten big. Not long, but big, like in wide. I cut my hair when it gets wide. This as well is an interresting fact about my hair, it never grows long, only wide. How long after my haircut this is I don’t really know.

However, I notice it gets wide and I start to think about cutting my hair. Then for a week I forget about it becuase I have other thing on my mind and/or have other plans than cutting my hair.

Week two I have gotten used to my wide hair. So I don’t think about cutting my hair.

In week three, people in my vicinity starts to comment that my hair has been getting long. They say long, because at this thim it is getting long, the wideness has disappeared. But at this time I start to thing that it is cool with long hair and I feel like a rock hero so I dont want to cut my hair.

In week four I think I have a cool Rock’n'Roll hairstyle and am happy.

But in week five I have gotten bored with the longer hair so I want to cut my hair. And I also visit the barber. But normally he is busy and says I have to wait for 30 minutes before getting my haircut. So I leave.

In week six I am really fed up with my hair so I go to the barber and when he says I have to wait for 30 minutes I say, OK! and sits down and reads the “men magazines” until it is time to sit in the chair.

Finally in the chair when the barber asks how I want my hair cut, I get perplexed and studders out, just remove about 1.5-2 cm, and he gets to work. I sit and watch him do his thing until I drift away thinking about other things. After a while he says “there, you go” and I look up. Disappointed. He cut it too short, “I want long hair”, I think.

I cut my hair this monday and celebrated properly