Yes, even when I’m soaring high in the sky across the sea the splits the UK from the rest of Europe, I can blog!… Well sort of anyway. This is a timed blog entry, set to go off when the stupidity level of my users reaches unseen depths… it now has ;) (I love you guys!)
So, not much to tell. If everything goes according to plan I’ll land in Denmark at 21.50 (GMT +1) where my mom and Rikke will pick me up and transport me back to Aalborg (about 1½ hour drive or so).
Part of me feels like I should be sentimental about leaving. Hesitant. After all I’ve spent 20 months (discounting vacation time spent in Denmark, it comes to 14 months) over here. I’ve met people of all shapes and sizes, all oh whom have left impressions on me that I will inevitably carry with me onwards, as these things have a tendency to.
I could spend a very long while writing up an entry on my time here, and chances are that I will eventually (spiced up with photos), but I don’t have the energy or distance from events to do it properly at the moment, so I’d rather save it for later.
Though I will in finishing before I throw myself into a game of SWG that of all the things I’ve gotten to know better, myself included, time is the most fundamentally altered perception that I’m going to walk (or fly) away with.
PS: Does anyone actually pick up on some of these timecodes that I use? I feel like I’m dropping hints that noone ever see. The post that hit 11:38 yesterday was however entirely coincidential. An act of God if you will :).
I expect that I’ll post an update tomorrow if I can get away with it, after all I’ve been going on at least one update every day for a couple of months now, so why the hell not. But no promises. Now you can pick up the gun again.

He, 11:38. Geek. :) Even if completely random, still geeky.
I’ll see you on the beach :-)
Hope you get home safely!.. and that we soon can hang out in Copenhagen.