Kjetil arrived for a visit last night. He figured that to have any credibility as a student of art history he probably ought to visit some of the museums in Oslo (such as the National Gallery…), so he’ll be busy enough. Hopefully I’ll get some money by the weekend (I should, but you never know), so that I can buy my baby brother a drink or two (ok, he’s 20 years old, all right?). In the meantime we’ll have to eat at home and watch dvds from my collection or the library rather than go to the cinema.
Went to get my blood tested to see if I will be allowed to give blood yesterday. When I was there in October my heamoglobin count was high enough, but my reserves of iron were at 6, and they should be at between 10 and 100, apparently. So I was told to eat a few four inch nails (the equivalent in pill form, anyway) and come back later. I hope it’s gone up a bit. I like giving blood. Makes me feel useful. Anyway, I got a nice backpack just for showing up (in Norway you get recompensated for showing up, theoretically to pay for petrol or tram tickets or whatever, and you can choose to take money or a thingymagig with the “Give Blood” message on or to donate the money to some good cause or other), which made me happy. Not hard to please, am I?
Music in my head: The MASH theme.