There comes a point when a man's gotta choose, to decide what to do!
I wish I felt it was as easy as it sounds, but years of programming has made me forget what I am going for.
Anyways, went for dinner at the Jericho Tavern tonight. After Miri and Mattias had left, me and Matt climbed the three meter wall opposite and had a smoke. This colobian guy climed up to us, and eventually we ended up at the short films evening he and his girl were organising at the Fenix. Pretty random stuff, but made me think that if the writing is on the wall, you sometimes better stop and read it.
Checking in and out. Karl
Saturday, September 24, 2005
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