i didn't like the people who came to look at the house. they smoked. and were from stockholm (and i'm very prejudiced against people from stockholm). and they didn't close the door when they came in. and they were ugly. and too short. and had a new car. they wouldn't fit in here at all.
...or maybe they'd be perfect here... people are quite weird in this place of the world :)
i've had some food (hot dogs and coca cola), and complained about the bank (which i still hate) to jm so much he had to go to bed, so now i'm feeling a bit better. but not much. and my stomach aches, so i can't go for a run... i guess i'll have to find something to hit really hard...