I am, as they say, back in business.
It´s Monday again, and I´m currently at the train station,
awaiting my transport to the naval base on Muskö (that would
be Musk Island?). The train arrives at 6:28 a.m.
That´s about 45 minutes from now. Yeah, I know I´m here
way too early, but it was either this hour by car (my father is
going to the airport, so I could go with him), or 30 minutes
later by bus. And I´m carrying too much for that.
I´m a night person.
I sleep until 4 p.m. when given the chance.
I hate having to leave bed at this hour.
I haven´t slept much, I´m not happy about going back into the
military and I can´t seem to concentrate on anything.
Sounds bad, right.
Although right now, I suppose I would be pretty much ok.
It´s peaceful up on the street. The stores are all closed, and
there isn´t much traffic.
I´m sitting on one of my bags, just past the ticket office.
Underground. The situation would be pretty comfortable, if it
wasn´t for the fact that there is actually people passing by
all the time. Frequently.
Some are dressed up for work. Some wear ties and suits. 
Some have their briefcases.
Going somewhere, doing something.
Having a purpose.
But not everyone does.
Some are wearing clothes that they probably haven´t
changed for at least a week. Long, lank hair. Stubble.
And the smell of beer. The things we learn not to pay
attention to.
I suddenly feel a bit uncomfortable in my uniform.

I don´t like it at all. I think it´s a shame that people should
have to be awake and be here at this hour. That someone
should have to leave bed at all while it´s still dark outside.
I guess that´s a drawback with capitalism. If you´re not up
early, someone else is. And then they produce more. And
better.
It won´t do. So you have to get up even earlier.
I can´t help but to think we´re in a way screwing it up for
ourselves.
I would like a day where most of us could sleep until 9 a.m.
But now I have a train to catch.


7:40 a.m.: I´m at the bus stop now. With lots of other guys.
One of them is drawing a big penis in the frost on the glass.
This is going to be a long week.

What do you know. It wasn´t all that long after all. (Like
it would appear to be long now that I´m looking back at it.)
Anyway, things turned out to be way better than I had
expected. Even better than what I had hoped for.
No more push-ups. No more marching. We don´t even have
to make our beds every morning. Or well, we have to. But
no one´s checking up on it.
And we have every other week off. (Every other week off!
I´ll be spending 50% of my time in the military at home! :) )
And this is supposed to be Friday 13th. I should make it my
lucky day. I live on number 13 after all.
But I´m not superstitious. I never read my horoscope.
And I don´t forward chainletters (chainmails? chain
e-mails?).

Moreover, I remember what I dreamed this night. I
dreamt about sex. I can´t recall having done that before.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that some guys
were watching a porno movie in our room yesterday
evening.
Our room.
Our tv.
By my bed.
We skipped the foreplay. At least I don´t remember it.
I do remember having the feeling I had seduced her though.
And now my penis was in her mouth. She was licking the tip.
I remember that clearly actually. She had hair to below her
shoulders, ash blond. But it wasn´t in the way.
From there we moved, via vaginal sex and me performing
cunnilungus, tonguing her anus, to anal sex. But as dreams
always go, we were interrupted (or my subconscious shifted)
before the orgasm.
And I think that may have been just as well.
Now, I found myself in the middle of a barren tumbleweed-
desert-landscape with four of my childhood friends.
I was supposed to lead them to this cottage somewhere out
there. And I know where it was, because I had seen it while
playing Outlaws® ...You know, that Lucasarts (TM) game.
(I´m doing it! Breaking the law again and again!)
But that´s another story.

30 minutes later, 1:45 p.m.: I just got off the subway. Almost
home now.
There was this lady sitting opposite from me, talking to her
friend next to her.
She told her about when she woke up today.
She went out in the kitchen, and saw her two kittens at the
windowsill. They were jabbing at the window, trying to catch
the snowflakes.
She said it made her so happy.
Although I wanted to,
I didn´t tell her
that it made me happy as well.

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