It is night, and I'm making a second blog entry. I'm sitting on a pointless chat room and talking to some guy I just met across half the world about how he has trouble getting dates.
Why am I doing this instead of packing my stuff? I should really get moving to Uppsala tomorrow.
I work in mysterious ways.
Sorry if I'm one day late to Uppsala, everyone. I was busy talking to some dude across half the world. He studies history. That's cool, I guess.
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