No sleep tastes good

I think I have underestimated the satisfaction of not sleeping. Friday night I was sleeping at Franks mom's place, and she has recently installed some kind of new heating system which makes the pipes slamming sometimes. I was sleeping downstairs and every time I heard that sound I woke up, and I couldn't sleep anywhere else, so I kept falling to sleep and wake up throughout the entire night. Last night wasn't much better since my budgie fell off his stick in the middle of the night (he does that sometimes, think there might be something destructive about him) and went bananas inside his cage, which caused my other beloved pet, the rabbit, go bananas as well. Then I got up 6.30 am (very early for someone like me) went 2 hours in car, trained for 6 hours and went home again. Being tired and focused on as few things as possible is relaxing and now my stomach ache and my head each is gone temporarly. It's good, it's goooood!

It is Olympic Games on tv these days, the ice hockey is so exciting! Especially the ladies ice hockey. Since they are not allowed to tackle their opponents, they get twice as frustrated and tackle them anyway. Of course they get deported. I think that is very feminine and I would like to play ice hockey as well. The fact that I can not even skate from A to B without tripping is a minor problem. I mean, there was this this one lassie who is only 16 years old, and she plays the Olympic Games! I am 22, and it always make me wonder, what have I done my whole life that is worth documenting, really? So depressing...