Anlände till Emmaboda 22:27 ikväll. Där möttes jag av ett festivalområde under konstruktion. Rubin har gjort ett sjuhelvets fint jobb! Imorgon blir det jobba av! I will make Mr Karlsson proud!

Take care

There's a big day coming for me
Big day coming you see
And it won't be long
It won't be long
There is something growing in me
Something dying for me
And there can't be two
There can't be two

I hate everything I do
To come on through
I hate everything I do
To come on through
To come on through

There's a big day coming for me
Big day coming you see
And it won't be long
It won't be long
There is something growing in me
Something dying for me
And there can't be two
There can't be two

I hate everything I do
To come on through
I hate everything I do
To come on through

There's a big day coming for me
Big day coming you see
And it won't be long

I hate everything I do
To come on through
I hate everything I do
To come on through
I hate everything I do
I hate everything I do
To come on through

It was the third of September.
That day I'll always remember, yes I will.
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you, tell me the truth.

And Mama just hung her head and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

Well, well.

Hey Mama, is it true what they say,
that Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, bad talk going around town
saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right.
HEARD SOME talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.
TalkIN about saving souls and all the time leeching.
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord.

Mama just hung her head and said,
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."
"Hey, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

Uh!

Hey Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trade.
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folk say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bill.
Hey Mama, folk say that Papa was never much on thinking.
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth. Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."
"Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

Hemma efter en galen natt på stan. Imorgon gör vi om det igen!

Ikväll ska det firas semester det vill jag lova! "What not to wear"-Trinny (the one with no boobs)

Dagen flöt på relativt bra idag. Något glas vin och umgänge på balkongen. Nu städar syrran och Cornelia på deras rum sen bär det av till sängen för ett sedvanligt avsnitt av Seinfeld.

Vaknade kl. 09:00, somnade om vaknade 10:00. Somnade om. Vaknade 12:30. Not cool. Åt en macka och nu har vi nyss kommit tillbaka från en liten löprunda. Ska titta på Karlsson på taket och sen ut och träna på att cykla.

men att fira in semestern- det kan jag! haha

Energinivå: låg.