Interesting. I've been stabbed, and I've been hanged, and I've been burned. Even broken on the rack once, but I've never been shot before.

I know this blog has gotten completely boring since I stopped constantly bitching but goddammit! I just don't care! I gots one more day of work, two nights of alcohol abuse and I'm on a plane back to Savannah. I know it ain't LA but fuck, it ain't here and that makes it A-O-FUCKIN-K in my book! Holy shit, even the Swedes are ready to run for the hills on this one. Check this out, my buddy Jonathan, the grip with three guys worth of shit and he's on his own, is starting another Swedish film on Monday (I leave on Sunday) but the powers that be decided to add a Sunday shoot to the schedule. They asked me to show up and help out but I lied and said my flight was "yo, so crazy early, sorry bro," and that seemed to work. Poor J, he's a good guy and way too dedicated to this movie. I keep telling him to quit the next movie and this one at the same time. Won't do it, better man than me. I just want to get the hell out of here and see a doctor and hopefully save what's left of my leg.

J and I went to Garlic and Shots tonight and made quite a scene. Day before last, might as well go out like drunk champs! The bar staff thought we were the most hilarious dicks they'd ever seen and the other patrons actually cheered when we left. Always leave an impression, that's what I say! Especially at a bar you'll never come back to since it's in frozen-ass Stockholm. Nah, I'll probably be back at some time if only to see what this frozen small town is really like when the sun comes out. Will there be hot, slutty six foot tall blondes around every corner? Will I care either way? Will Björn still be a lightweight? Only time and an expensive plane ticket will ever tell!

To all the mullets who have bothered reading this blog I say this: I love you each and every one and your blogs are much better than this one. Thanks for reading thus far, it might get better as tomorrow is the wrap party and my camera is going to be firing constantly. Stay tuned or get on with your much cooler lives.

Oh yeah, the food still bites but I can now bend my knee enough to sit down for at least two minutes without feeling lame. Good luck on the transatlantic flight, right! I'm doomed.