Man vänjer sig.

On my way back from the Tinitus festival. Interesting. Met a bunch of people, among others, krsfm, fluffboll and rockywuff. One drawback (of the evening, not of meeting friends) is that my eyes are burning, my feet are killing me deadly and my right knee seems close to giving out altogether. (It got better once I sat down, though.)

( Rambling and ill-edited review here )

I have, in turn, caught the virus from jophan. It goes:

Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal...
...along with these instructions.

Swedish book: Ernst Fridolf köpte en sidenschalett för 1,25 och jag en s.k. bild att sätta på spegeln under den pighimmel jag förmodade vara draperad över den enkla byrån.
English book: A DJ at WKST in Cleveland, he was asked to play black artists' cuts by a record retailer who'd noticed white kids buying R&B and thought he'd sniffed out a new way to make extra bucks.
French book: JE NE SAIS PAS FAIRE DE VRAIES PRÉDICTIONS!

[It so happens that I have three books in different languages beside the computer, so I'm taking all three. This was not part of the original instructions, it seems.]