Only here for the fight!

After two oranges, doing laundry, eating "kladdkaka"/brownies and two episodes of Battlestar Galactica I am exhausted. I may have to lay down and sleep for a while.
Felix has been here the whole day and just went home to be the best son ever and help his mother with moving a bathtub. I don't think I could've found a better guy in the universe.

I would love to dance though, but even Felix wouldn't let me teach him the waltz after breakfast.
I probably shouldn't move that much but I'm so restless it feels like I'm going crazy.
Tomorrow I will not stay at home, I can't, I won't!