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Chilly and drizzly midsummer morning. Crown Princess still asleep. I fell asleep at 8:30 last night (or 16:30, if you will; I won't) and woke up at 8:30 in the am. That's my make-up sleep, so I'm now caught up.

Today is a picnic with Linn's famous friends. I'm afraid because they're new people and they might not like me, but I always am so I have learned to ignore it. I wonder if our picnic will have to be postponed due to rain. Can we still eat the herring? Like, right now? I want the herring so bad.

Good news: I am NOT carrying the Messiah!
Bad news: Owwwwwwww.

Now the cat's out of the bag, so I can shout: LINNHASABOYFRIENDLINNHASABOYFRIENDLINNHASABOYFRIENDLINNHASABOYFRIEND! His name is Oscar. Sadly, it's not Oskar; I really wanted it to be Oskar. I'm sure he's sorry. I want to meet him. They send each other text-messages back and forth on their cell phones all day long. That is very popular here. They call it SMS-ing. Cell phones are even more prevalent here than at home. Thank you, Mr Ericsson. Actually, Mr Nokia.

Tomorrow we fly to Amsterdam. I want to go down to the Flying Pig Palace just to scout for old men in rollerskates even though my mom simplified our lives by making us reservations at an airport hotel for Saturday night.

They don't have Pantene in Sweden. I actually stood in a drugstore in Heathrow staring at the bottles of Pantene thinking, "I should buy this, I should buy this..." and then, you know, NOT buying it, and the next day, quite out of the blue, Linn announced to me that her hair is dry and coarse because they don't have Pantene here. (Her hair is not dry and coarse, but quite perfect.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:18 AM | shower me with attention