Confusion: There's a pile of rubbish just outside my window, logs, metal and probably lots of nails. (from the CIA-people). It woke me up this morning and I thought. "Wow, people are building stuff out there. And on a Sunday!" But it was only the wind messing around with rubbish.
Swimming-people: 1 time could be an accident. 2 times = habit. I am now one of those people who goes swimming once a week. It might add a new dimension to my very complicated personality, but I doubt it.
Random perfection: Happiness is when you put your stereo on shuffle and it plays one great song after the other. Mixing them in a way you'd never figure out on your own. Today it played Massive attack's "Heat miser" followed by "Small-town boy" with Bronski Beat and I felt happy. : )
I've also been watching and giggling to tons of Eddie Izzard comedy. (not all) So, here follows his "best of" according to me, and up to this point: 1. Dressed to kill (with the thing about birds not having dreams about flying, it would be too simple. Birds have dreams about driving cars, smoking) 2. Circle (with the trigger-happy monkey, signing for "banana") 3: Glorious (with the turnie-button-thing)