Senior Gul and Mister Good-Morning

There once was a wondrous man called Senior Gul. He was three meters tall and lived in a grotto made out of wool. His best friend was a mysterious monkey called Mister Good-Morning. Together they travelled through space in a magical sandwich. He had twenty thousand slaves. They all sang, from sunrise to nightfall. But still he was sad.

- I need wifes, Senior Gul said to Mister Good-Morning
- But why, Good Morning replied, - do you not want to travel through space and search for the magical mystery?
- Yes, yes I do. But without wives, what’s it all really worth? Gul asked with a sigh.

I was lying last time when I said you could leave a comment, you couldn’t, but I’ve fixed it now, so now you can. It wasn’t my fault either but the fuckheads from “blogspot”. Not that I feel bad about lying, If a meet any of you readers tomorrow, I will try to lie to your faces. That reminds me, Kami, are you actually reading this? I would like to know, cause otherwise I could dispense of some of the not so interesting anecdotes about my schoolwork. And only leave in the good stuff, if I accidentally piss myself in class or whatever it might be.

Not so interesting info about school: The group assignment is going really well, it feels very good to be in an ambitious group, and I find the progression and the ideas very interesting. Also our assigned teacher has proven to be of great help, not setting any limits but rather pushing us forwards in the right direction. These long days makes me incredibly tired though.

Today Johanna mad a great chilli con carne, which I ate. Christer ate some but he thought it needed more porter so to make things easy he put some chilli in his beer. Tonight I probably will be listening to one of Christers favourite bands through the wall; perhaps it will sound something like this: