I've got a black eye, a headache and a sore neck. And soon the fourth scar on my face.
1: Tripping over a dog's leash.
2: Getting hit by a hockey stick.
3: Getting run down.
4: This one.
Mikkel tells me I'm gonna look like Rambo, and if that means that I can invade Vietnam/Afghanistan/Whatever (and box like Marciano, perhaps) without getting hurt and getting filthily rich while doing it, I'm cool with that :-).
Anywho, off to bed and a Dalgliesh-novel, "Dagbog fra midten" was kinda alright, and "Livvagterne" has got to be the worst thing ever produced by DR.
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