Yesterday was bananas, and today is something else!

The cafe was closed when I came back from work (they're celebrating 25 years this year though - new website and all - think I'll have to go show some loyalty later on), but we whipped together a couple of semlor with a few leftover saffron buns from Christmas. Delicious! Maybe that's the way to make 'em in the future... they're also gluten-free. Almond flour mostly.

Wonder if tomorrow's something special too. Could make this post series a trilogy, and keep the partial party going for one more day before we take that plane to Malaga and move it to new levels entirely. Been feeling a bit stressed, as usual, but I'm in the hype phase right now. Good times ahead!

Now go have some fat. Good day.

There really is a day for everything these days!

Apparently we started seriously importing out first bananas exactly 110 years ago to this year - 1909, thanks to Carl Mathiesen. Want to read up on Swedish bananas? Here you go. Personally I skimmed, borrowed a picture, and have eaten half a frozen banana as to honor this special occasion.

Happy Banana Day y'all! Go bananas.

So I'm dabbling with animation again! I thought I'd animate a little something just to make that clear... well, more like because I just felt like animating something more than the other thing I've been animating, which is a small contribution to a rather large collaboration coming soon to a portal near you. Soon as in: in a month or so, maybe?

It's been fun to mosh with Flash a bit though, and now that I'm done with this (I hope - currently awaiting confirmation) I have some music to attend to. A few other collaborations on route there. I've been letting them weigh on my mind a bit the past couple of weeks, ever since I recovered from that cold, but I've written my verses and am just about to start recording again. Kinda feels like another cold might be on route though, but I really don't want to catch it. Hope to catch a plane to Malaga instead. Thursday.

I've also been dealing with this thing, which is still very much a thing. It comes and goes. If I happen to sleep the wrong way it's worse again when I wake up, but even if I do sleep the right way it seems to come and go. Simple walks can turn into nightmares if it sets in for real.

I'm thinking it's probably not bursitis after all, but more probably something to do with the psoas muscle (a deep-seated core muscle connecting the lumbar vertebrae to the femur), and the reason I have problems with that particular muscle might be a myriad of things. I've booked a chiropractor visit to get that checked a couple days after I get back - no available times before. One more thing to be nervous about whilst traveling to foreign places, the furthest away I've been the past fifteen years at least...

Since the last semi-traditional Sunday post I've put out another hexalist update right on schedule, have kept playing GTA VC - albeit a bit more sporadically, put up a massive dose of late reviews recently (though there's more on route), a couple dreams, and no travel posts though I had planned to, but they went OK! First a trip to Budapest (Hungary) at the start of the month, and then a cruise to Turku (Finland) the week after. I've had a foot massage, tested three new cafes (all with premiere deals) and dinner at Centralbadet one day, in their little terrarium with artificial sunlight.

Those be the highlights of the last few weeks!

I've booked my first trip up North for the summer too, my nephew might be coming down in a couple weeks, and I'm bout to post some reviews. I'm choking my dues. Both old ones and new. Hope to fix this hip thing, the hiphop thing, and in a day or two maybe open my views. And perspectives. Head off to the sun and live it festive. Until next time, don't wreck spines, stay wretched.

And wise words for my nephew or niece: when stressing like bumblebees: take time to find peace or you'll regret it. This life is truly hectic. No matter your direction. The lesson: don't let sun escape you or you might wake blue... and that... is depressing. Better change the setting before you're pressed in. Cyberdevil addressing the resting.

The worst mistake you make is when you're too afraid to make one.

I dreamt I was up at MAX, Storheden, Luleå, just beside COOP, the supermarket. I'm not sure where my parents were, but I had their handbags with me, and I was in some kind of booth with self-service automats through which I was to order my food, and didn't know where I should put those handbags.

So I kept them with me, and I ate my food, and then I hid them behind one of the self-service automats and went shopping.

Clever.

There weren't many other people at MAX though, and in my dream it didn't seem like a security risk at all, but I'm not sure what happened to those bags. Before I woke up they'd been forgotten.

I didn't shop anything either, I just waltzed around the store, made my way out, and back to MAX where I bought another burger. I didn't want to leave the handbags, and my parents still weren't around.

This time I had some company though! I don't recall what we chatted about, but I decided to take some photos through the window, at a city that now looked a lot like Budapest, but with the streets submersed in water. It was both a beautiful and a dystopian scene, like Venice, with the sunshine glistening off the rooftops as if they'd been sprayed by salt... but also lonely and desolate, with not a person in sight, and the city streets branched out endlessly against the horizon.

The resolution on the photo was a bit weird - stretched out, and I realized I'd been taking pictures in the wrong format. So I switched to a more wide-screen version and it was all good.

And that was the end of that part of the dream.

Handbag mystery included.

Loose ends in my dream.

Earlier on I was driving through the streets in Vice City, heading towards the airport with my parents. We were on a bus, and everything looked just like it does in the game... but we never made it to the airport. We kept circling about. We made our short airport trip as if in an endless loops, constantly going back to the starting point and taking the same route once again, as if the city was unrealistically small (which it is), and a real trip to the airport had to take longer.

I'm not sure if we ever made it to the airport, or what happened to the bags, or who my company was at MAX. That's where it all fades away, and I wake up late.

I have wasted some time in the past,
But I'm past wasting time.