Pizza with extra cheese and a large, cold Coca-Cola to drink.

Oh, great, now you've got me drooling all over my keyboard.
Well, not really my keyboard. It belongs to the University. Isn't it practical to have a computer at school? Ooops, I slipped up. You're not supposed to say school. This is a University. They're very fast to remind you of that here at Uppsala.

But all in all, it's been a good two months here. I can't complain. Of course, it's not like living at home. At home I didn't have to do the laundry, I didn't have to cook, I didn't have to remember to stop by the foodstore...

OK, I can complain, but I won't. Why? Because I actually like cooking and shopping for myself. I even made some bread one day.
The cleaning is an entirely other matter though. I hate it. I don't really know why, but I do. I've never liked to vacuum or dust the shelves. But I've got another thing that makes me clean. I can not stand too much disorder. When I don't have at least 80% of the floor or the desk visible I will clean it.

Anyhow, that'll be enough ramblings for today. I've got a paper to hand in.

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