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I have most of my things packed for the trip save for last minute items to put away like my razor. I want a fresh shave before I go! This will be the last night in my own bed for over 6 weeks, but I can hardly wait! The apartment I rent in Løkken feels like a second home and the bed there is so nice compared to the tiny one in the hotel in Aalborg. It's not uncomfortable, just small, so when I roll over, I often wake up having thumped the wall with my elbow. Aalborg is a great city, but it is a city and noisy. Some middle eastern dude in the building right next to the hotel loves to play his damned music at 2 am. I'd love to set a speaker against his wall in the morning and set Inagaddadavida to play all day on YouTube to fix his red wagon.
And every year, at least two nights I am there, in the building across the tiny parking lot for 6 cars, around 1 am or later, some guy gets his gf to moaning like a banshee. I feel like yelling out the window, "Get her! Get her!" but from the sound of things, he's doing exactly that. My first night in the beach apartment with the only sound being the surf and the gentle ticking of my alarm clock, I just melt into that bed like butter and am out within a minute after saying my prayers.
I need this trip and badly. I am tired of feeling like my life is just one treatment to the next. No Ed the Cancer Patient over in Denmark, I will live again!
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