Thursday
I wake in intense pain. I go to the doctor. My wonderfully cute and funny doctor told me I had acute lumbago and prescribed first variable, then varied sex on a hard surface. I went to Oslo, and tried to fulfill.

Friday
I wake in intense pain. I think it's lumbago. I wait 15 seconds. It's not lumbago. I get up off my tribrother Indra's hard kitchen floor and look at my right leg. [Psychofilmspecialeffectsound] A wasp! I jump up and down and cause the wasp to flutter towards the new-laid floor like an umbrella, leaving nothing but his spike in my leg. Wonderful Håvard kindly kills the wasp.

Sunday
I wake in intense pain. During one short weekend I have managed to obtain a leg the size of a mansized back, a back that is scarily reminiscent of spanish widows, an apprehension for wasps and the feeling of joy upon murder of an innocent creature. I welcome a new week with open arms, and hope I will become a new and better person.