No internet

The internet in my appartment has been down since Sunday afternoon so I haven't been able to write about all the cool things that I've been up to. Like the party on Saturday for that association I've been in for ages. Or the election coffee -afternoon I had at my place on Sunday, or me going to see a friend on Monday since the internet was not working, or Friday night watching a movie and drinking wine and champagne and eating cheese, or the climbing course starting yesterday, or how I still don't have a computer in my office. And then I haven't been able to tell you about me going to work with my laptop and it being sort of hard to breath cause the bag gets heavy. And I haven't expressed my opinions on the outcome of the elections.

So you have missed all these great and interesting stories about my comings and goings. I will tell you one story. It's about me going for lunch in the cafeteria on Monday. I'm sure it's not very interesting really but it was hilarious at the time. So yeah I go get food at the cafeteria. Get my fork and knife but then there are no salad plates. The guy after me has taken the last one. Very sneaky and he looks at me very weirdly when I comment on it. So yeah I don't know what to do. I don't feel like going to the cashier to tell her about the plates. So I get a big plate to put all my food on. so yeah since I've been standing around sort of with a "what am I going to do now" -thought in my brain for a while because of the salad plate thing I forget to take butter on my bread. Disastrous for sure. But that is not all. They'd run out of the good bread. But that's not all. The plate I took for my food was incredibly hot so that I could not hold it in my hands and this would have been no problem (other than my salad getting warm) but I could not get enough lingonberry jam for my cabbagecasserole because the jam was on top of the shelf and I could not lift my plate. Surprisingly I was not so messed up about all this to do what I sometimes do when I'm not paying attention and accidentally pour my glass full of the juice syrup. I mean that would have just made the story. So yeah the best part of the whole thing was I think in the end telling my friend all this in a "what a disaster"- sort of voice. It was a fun lunch even though I did not have enough lingonberry jam or any butter on my bread.

I hope the internet starts working again though tonight I'm finally going climbing again. What fun!