She is about to freak out. My mistress, that is. Waking up in the middle of the night because she hasn't remembered to pack this and that. "Shoes"! I must have enough shoes! Oh no! My clothes don't fit in the trunk!" Of course they don't fit, that's because you insist on bringing your entire wardrobe, idiot woman! I really hate packing and removing every sign of my mistress ever existing. Not yet, my love, not yet, wait until we have arrived Trondheim, then we shall be free of this creature. What's that? Oh, absolutely nothing. Which reminds me of Homer Simpson. I'm so tired! Leave me alone! And it's freaking hot outside AND inside! Someone turn on the air condition! Oh no, they don't have air condition! I'm melting, melting, I tell you! Melting! God, I'm tired...
My mistress just posted another blog, and she forgot to mention that she yesterday, her aunt had a baby. Way to go, Truc! It was the laugh of the day. Two reasons: it was a girl and she was born yesterday. Don't get it? Pity, because I won't elaborate it. Hey. it's not my fault that my mistress is so forgetful that she forgets to mention she has a new cousin!
Moving on. My mistress has almost finished packing. But she still wants to bring more. How much stuff can she fit in that trunk? It's already jammed! She's killing me. And why is it so freaking hot? Ok, focuse, focuse. We're almost through. I wonder if I can persuade my mistress to throw away some of her things. Ok, she shook her head quite violently. Does that mean "no"? Now she wants to pursue packing. If you don't hear from me within the next week, you know she's tried to pack me too...
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