It's sunday, the sun is shining and the weather is real summery but I am still in a basement... Had a loooong breakfast and watched Princess Bride, gonna take a shower soon, and I think mom has some kind of plan for the day but if she told me about it I probably didn't listen or I was to tired to focus or something. Irena thinks we should come in to Stockholm. I don't know. I still just want a pizza. Maybe some more sleep. Let go off everything.
My mind is spinning so fast I almost loose track. Being here makes me feel... strange, mostly.