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Aisle after aisle

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My mom & son came & took my fat a$$ out for a drive today, destination Sweden. One of the stores there are kinda like venturing into a no-go zone. But it’s usually me who blows up. I just can’t stand insolent people, elbowing their way through aisle after aisle…& when you find yourself face to face with one of them, opposite each other on each end of the aisle, you know that sh*t’s about to go down. You steer the shopping cart firmly in front of you, showing that you ain’t chicken. Then, at a moment’s weakness you glance over at what your family’s doing & BAM!!! the little trixter have almost sprinted towards you & slammed against your cart. You’re disappointed with yourself, but brush it off & continue slithering between the masses of people & products…& suddenly you’re face to face again, but this time there’s also another shopper turning around a corner & you find yourself in a Mexican stand off’ish situation… Someone’s got to yield, & I stil…

Moping around

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Not much to say about today. Just moping around wishing I was at Midgardsblot



Hopefully I’ll be up & about next year, so I can attend stuff like that… I dream about Hellfest, Bloodstock, unfortunately Tons of Rock's moving from the fortress in Halden so that one’s out of the question…but there’s a bunch of viking/medieval fairs I wanna visit too, so fingers cross that 2019 will be the year I come out of hibernation. :p
~Linn.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it.  I want to have lived the width of it as well. ~Diane Ackerman.

Lurking in the shadows

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Want to know what I find utterly disturbing? Guys who find it funny to invade a person’s privacy. It’s happened a few times, where someone (old friends & strangers) who has parked by the church next door, walked up to the cemetery & taken pics of my home & sent it to me. Do they really expect me to invite them in for coffee or what? Cause all it makes me wanna do is punch them in the face, with a brick. It freaks me out & it doesn’t exactly invoke a sense of security in me. One thing is people I truly care about showing up at my doorstep, but that lurking around crap’s just creeping me the f**k out. Respect me enough to ask in advance or sod off. 

~Linn.
What you allow, you encourage. ~Michael Josephson.

Feverish

Today has definitely not been a good day. My I.I.H.’s been acting up. Felt the pressure in my spine even…& when it does that it means it’s very high & usually f**ks up my body temperature. So been feeling feverish for hours now. Really tired of this s**t. I can handle the pain, it’s the uncertainty of the next day that gets me. I just never know how I’ll be from one day to another.  Trying to avoid being put back on the rat poison again, so guess I’ll be upping my parsley, raw maca powder, etc., again. I swear I’m like 85% parsley by now. :p Why parsley? …it’s a natural diuretic & I try to consume as much of those as I can, like dandelion, caffeine, ginger, etc.  ...& the maca root thingamajig is just me experimenting. Since I read that it can  change the hormone balance in your body...& some people with my condition have had success with a medicine which does just that. But we'll see. It haven't really shown a huge change just yet. But a girl can hope... 
~L…

Oddly satisfying

Didn’t fall asleep until closer to 08:00…have no idea why, just tossed & turned all night. Then I woke up by some lovely workers who were tidying up the cemetery after the storm we had a few days ago. Nothing like the sound of a wood chipper to bring out your inner fury… I don’t mind a few hours of sleep, it’s the way I get woken up that makes all the difference.  Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I organised my planner most of the day. Ridiculous, since I have next to no social - or work life. But still, making lists & checking them twice gives me inner peace & it’s incredibly satisfying to plan dinners for a whole month & making a shopping list accordingly. Plus, it also saves money, gas & most important - time…which should be on top of everyones priority list. The only day I usually keep open is Saturdays. That day’s for movies, junk food & cosying up on the couch in the evenings… Yup, I’m getting oooold. ;p
~Linn.

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Jo…

Cattila the Hun

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My cat’s been having trouble walking lately, so I think that he might’ve had a seizure again or jumped down from somewhere & landed wrong. I don’t know… Spent most of the day just trying to massage his back. Which wasn’t the easiest thing to do, cause he turned into Cattila the Hun. (Whomever invented oven mitts, may you be showered in glory in the halls of Valhalla. Haha! ) Many might think that’s a bit overkill to do that, but I’ve had Loke for 17 years now & he’s an odd little fellow which I love a bunch…so don’t want his last stretch of life to be painful. 

Thankfully he’s not dragging his back legs anymore, so guess I’ve been doing something right. But I am contemplating taking him to the vet tomorrow…all depends on how either of us are feeling in the morning. Sooo off to bed I go. ;)
~Linn. Cats have an infallible understanding of total concentration — and get between you and it. ~Arthur Bridges.

In flames

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So, tonight Sweden is burning, again… At least part of it. To me it seems like the Swedish government’s a bunch of ostriches burying their heads in the sand, or up each other’s arses. Either way it’s disturbing that they’re allowing it to continue. It’s such a disgrace that they let a huge chunk of their citizens live in that horror every single day. …& on top of that people are throwing stones on the firemen & police... Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up.

Source - Photo: Henrik Vesanen
I have people in Sweden that are near & dear to me…& I don’t want their kids to grow up & face any of that s**t. They need a government that aren’t all talk & no action. …or else it’ll spread like wildfire & there are no amount of water that can extinguish those flames, only live fire. 
~Linn.
The most persistent sound which reverberates through men's history is the beating of war drums. ~Arthur Koestler.