I hung out with Joel, then biked to Blå Porten for great food. This is how today looked in Stockholm. A waste to waste it on anxiety and stress. Me-You 1-1.
Bike helmet broken, wearing son's hockey one instead.
God I love this city.
Once I had a fight with an ex about Clinton and Monica. The ex disappeared through this gate. I didn't notice until several minutes later, I was so upset, trying to make my point. 
The food at Blå Porten.
The garden at Blå Porten.
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5 comments:
wow, I love your city too.
bill and monica? what did you fight about?!
this sounds deeply interesting.
Impossible to feel too angst-ridden when confronted with that buffet. Food always cheers me up. Then again perhaps it only exacerbates the angst. So much CHOICE.
menu anxiety is rough but I'd take it over the existential angst any day! fight anxiety with anxiety!
I can't remember bill and monica. I think I said Bill could still be a good president despite the stuff that went down in the oral office. Or perhaps I thought the opposite. Who knows.
I believe in you Emi. In the ceaseless struggle with existential angst you always will be one step ahead. I see it in you blog everyday. So just keep going.
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