Such a shame to have your birthday on the 23rd of December!

.... or that's what people tell me. But really, it's not that bad!
- People never forget my birthday, so
- I get just as many presents as everybody else
- I know there's 364 days from Christmas to my birthday, but I live with it

There's just one thing. I asked for edible presents this time, and having started eating everything at once I'm full to point of nausea. I don't think I'll feel like eating much tomorrow on Christmas Eve, and that's a shame because my mom has been cooking a very nice meal. So in a way, she pays the price for having me on the 23rd.

It's been a nice day, with over eating, having the girls over and playing table tennis, talking to family and friends, and making nice music at church. I can't ask for more.

By the way: there is some good news!

Highlights of the week both came on tuesday:

I went to see a fantastic concert with a Danish chamber choir (Mogens Dahl Kammerkor), of which I was not familiar until then. They were so good that we dared not shuffle about in our seats for the entire concert, as we would during any mediocre performance.

Also, I managed to say something smart in my "Teaching Composition" class, and the lecturer pointed my point out to everyone. It was great and unexpected!

The list

Downs:

- that one of my friends is getting married in two weeks. Is it already time for our generation to get serious about it? Surely, we're not THAT old...
- taking control of something no longer considered influential
- un-avoidable post-RoskildeFestival cold

Halfway/Up- or downcoming:

- getting up at 07 no matter what time you got to bed (the day is much longer when you don't sleep in, but zzzzzZZZzzz what a loooong day!)
- plants overgrowing my window - very exotic, but still demanding maintenance

Ups:

- reliving my childhood
o - by going through the old photo albums
o - by meeting up with my French little brother, who looks exactly like me, just 16 years younger
- expecting a visitor from London
- the coinciding occurance of wanting to tidy up and actually getting it done
- inventing "the shelf for used, but not completely dirty, sweaty clothes" after living by my self for six years