The 12 year old boy from the 1940's, also known as "The Cat Rescuer".

Dark blue tank top, Indiska. Denim shorts, H&M. Black leather belt, Gina Tricot. Socks, Lindex. Flower print sneakers, Din Sko. Brown corduroy newsboy cap, borrowed from the boyfriend.

From now on, this outfit will be called "the cat rescuer". That's got a nice ring to it, don't you think? Sure, it's not the fanciest outfit, but you have to be comfortable if you're going to be standing on a ladder looking up at the sun/your pretty cat caught in a tree all day long (or for three hours).

I'm writing this at 3:45 on Friday morning, there's a magnificent pink sunrise outside my window and I should have been in bed hours ago. Usually I don't schedule posts, but I figure it's best to do it now, since I will be freakishly busy tomorrow. I have a column and two articles to write, plus about a million work e-mail to take care of. And on top of everything else I have a reporter coming here to interview me for a Swedish magazine, which means I should probably get up early to try and make my house presentable! Shit. I hadn't really thought of that. Too bad it's already early and I'm still awake.

(Who knows - I might end up having plenty of time to blog anyway, but I'm pre-uploading this post just in case.)

I just don't get myself sometimes. Didn't I just tell you how much work I have to do? Didn't I? I think I did. Well, could you then please explain to me why, earlier today, I decided it was a good idea to start watching the first season of Gossip Girl? For the third time? No wonder I'm busy when I've spent four hours watching Serena and Blair catfight while looking exquisite in dresses that cost more than I make in a month. Oh, right. I won't make any money at all if I don't get my work done in time. I probably should throw my GG dvd boxes in the lake or something.

Maybe a few words about this outfit: I wanted to look like a mixture between a 12 year old boy from the 1940's and... well, myself. And I do think I sort of nailed it! OK, just kidding. That's not what I was going for, that's just what I kept thinking when I went through the photos. I didn't want to look any particular way what so ever, I just wanted to wear something (as opposed to being naked) in case a neighbour or one of the carpenters would stop by unannounced. And I definitely nailed that. I wasn't naked at all. Mission accomplished!

Now, time for bed. You guys are awesome, I hope you know that. Your comments make every day a hundred times better!