Milk Was A Bad Choice

So this photo pretty much sums up my first day at work: too tired, too sick, and too comfortable. Ha! Seriously, after nine years of camera assisting it's amazing how you can adapt to the most uncomfortable situations. I'm feeling slightly less sick but hadn't really eaten anything in a day and a half so I think I just shut down after awhile. Oh yeah, bigtime Hollywood AC living the fucking dream in Sweden. 

So I didn't post yesterday because I couldn't muster up the strength to get up and buy a power adapter for the old MacBook. Oops. What can I say? I was sick as a dog and existing on nothing but bread and matte, which was a bad choice. I drank eight cups of matte on Sunday and it left me feeling like a speed freak. Must remember to limit matte intake to something reasonable, like one cup a day. OH! Best thing ever: managed to make it to the corner store and everything I bought tasted awful. Everything seems to have an unnatural excess of salt in Sweden. Even the butter comes in medium salted, salted, extra salted, and something that looks like salt with butter in it. I tried some hot dogs and they tasted like meat paste with saltwater seasoning. Frozen Swedish meatballs? Salt licks shaped like meatballs. I've got to figure out how to shop here without killing myself with a salt overdose. I'd kill for a good steak or even a burger. I may have to resort to going to Burger King or McDonalds. Ughhh.

On the good side, I am getting better and managed to get around my little neighborhood in search of food. I also got to see a bunch of the city on the way out to the camera rental house. Mostly cool with some glaring exceptions that point to the Swedish disconnect with it's own architectural heritage sometime around the sixties. Poor bastards. More later, gonna watch some sweet CNN coverage of all things Russian.