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fucken rain

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according to the credit card slips, buggering about, attempting to open the door with access card from work, attempting to open the door by poking it with mobile phone, attempting to open the door with esp, attempting to open the door by mumbling, attempting to open the door by sitting next to it, attempting to open the door by putting on fleece hat, attempting to get the door to open in a battle of wills, & eventually conceding this battle of wills & limping down some 2-300 metres to find a taxi & go get the fucken keys took siggimus a whole fucken hour & twenty-fucken-four fucken minutes :/

see where the leftmost fucken slip says ‘lok kl. : 01:20’ & the rightmost fucken one says ‘upphaf kl. : 02:44’?

ooo, your leg is so swollen!

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let’s see if siggimus can remember something

there was beer

there was white wine

there was ‘pub malla’

there was talisker wiskey

there were hot chicks

there was highland park wiskey

there was namecalling of those who weren’t men enough for talisker

there was karlotta & malla & palli & kári & krissi

there was fun

there was, apparently, quite a lotta karlotta

there was some pub (help?)

there was limping

there was a taxi

there was an attempt to open siggimus’s front door with mobile phone

there was sitting around, looking at front door

there was irritated mumbling in general direction of front door

there was an attempt to open siggimus’s front door with the access card from work

there was trying to get mobile phone to work

there was rain

there was a fleece hat

there were 10 mins of poking buttons on mobile phone

there was wondering why siggimus couldn’t see anything on the mobile phone display

there was maybe an hour of trying to think the door open

there was the slow but eventual realisation that keys would be required

there was looking for keys in pockets

there was limping

there was another taxi

there was entering work in the middle of the night with the access card from work

there was whining about a swollen ankle

there were keys to siggimus’ place

there was an open door to siggimus’ place

there was rejoicing

there was limping

there was water

there was bed

there was wonderful sleep

there were attempts at remembering

there was turning on mobile phone

there were a lot of questions about the swollenness of ankle

there was hoping some of those would eventually get answered

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umm nein dantk

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mmm!

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cheers!

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