And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us …

… well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.

End of the year, but no depression in sight. All I have to do right now is: finish that chapter of my dissertation, clean up my flat, pack my bags, and then I’m off to New Zealand. I got about 36 hours to finish my stuff here. Lovely. The goal of my journey is: get into Mordor, kiss Live Tyler, destroy the Ring, punch Sam, and then die of boredom. No, wait, that was the other one. In reality, the goal is: find a beautiful sheep, marry her, and live happily ever after. Sounds good, eh? And it has economic benefits as well: since merino wool is so nice and warm I won’t need to pay Gazprom for heating my flat in winter anymore.