Sleep debt

I'm in dire need of some quality time with my bed.

I spent a wonderful night with the girlfriends yesterday night, though I was on the brink of cancelling last-minute. Good thing I didn't, it was lovely to see them and I got to know some interesting and funny new people as well. I didn't eat very well (it always seems that food isn't a priority to my GFs, hmmm) but we laughed a lot, talked a lot and networked a lot. 

I'm spent though.
I'll try and get a quiet night in tonight; chicklit, warm soup, Sagi Rei in my ears and my fab red bed... mmmmmm heaven

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Anonymous said…
Hej

Jeg opdagede forleden, da jeg læste alle sidste års blogindlæg igennem for at kunne samle op, at jeg havde glemt at svare dig på nedenstående:

http://freshmaker.urbanblog.dk/2008/06/25/smukt/#comments

Jeg kunne jo have svaret der, men helt ærligt. Fire måneder senere er lidt tarveligt.
Kan så svare her:
Ja. Jeg kender Yo Yo Ma - og jeg har også et par skiver med ham. Blandt andet hans fortolkning af Bach. Helt igennem fantastisk!
Håber du kan tilgive at jeg var så sløv til at svare. :-)
Friday, October 17, 2008 at 3:44:00 PM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@freshmaker
hejsa. Er helt vildt overrasket over din korrekthed. Positivt selvfoelgelig. Det er nok en af de ting jeg savner i italien, men det er saa en eftertanke.

Yo Yo Ma plays Bach er faktisk det eneste jeg har af Yo Yo Ma, kunne vaere jeg skulle komme efter min research :)
Sunday, October 19, 2008 at 2:47:00 PM GMT+2
Anonymous said…
@Kyllyan
Det er ikke et spørgsmål om korrekthed. Jeg synes bare, at når folk stiller et direkte spørgsmål, så skal de da have et svar. :-)

Jeg anede ikke, hvem Yo Yo Ma var før jeg så afsnittet Noël af West Wing.
Her spiller han Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007: I. Prélude som simpelthen er så smukt og stemningsfuldt, at jeg blev hovedkuld "forelsket" i den måde han fremfører musik på.
Kan anbefale hans soloplade Bach: Unaccompanied Cello Suites (kan fås på iTunes).

Hvis du savner korrektheden, så kom hjem forbi. Jeg giver en kop kaffe og et dansk rundstykke. :-)
Sunday, October 19, 2008 at 9:10:00 PM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@fresh:
fuldstaendigt enig, men alligevel =).
Kaffe og rundstykker...mmm. Paalaegschokolade eller aah-saa-dansk jordbaermarmelade ?

Hav en god dag
Monday, October 20, 2008 at 10:14:00 AM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@fresh:
og jeg kan faktisk ikke huske hvem der introducerede mig til Yo Yo Ma, men jeg har vaeret forelsket i alt Bach siden Dr Lecter lyttede til Goldberg Variations i Silence of the Lambs =)
Monday, October 20, 2008 at 10:17:00 AM GMT+2
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 1:19:00 AM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@M.Ismail:
That's because some of the people that read here are Danish (as I am), they comment in Danish.

Anyway, yeah, this blog is pretty much about what goes on (and doesn't go on=)) in my mind. Thank you for reading and welcome on my blog =).
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at 9:35:00 AM GMT+2
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