Nobelfesten
Oh man there was the nobel fest this weekend, what a drag. Dress up like some human shaped Christmas present with a ribbon round your neck, sit still and eat with very small utensils, and lots of them. The food doesn’t look that good either; like they put a small postal stamp on the plate, with some kolasås on, which you have to eat with those also small utensils.
When I win the nobel prize (in literature), I don’t think I’m gonna go to that party; I’d rather celebrate with my family. In fact, I might do like Bob Dylan and not show up to the ceremony either.
No use to think more about this, cause I haven’t even written my first book yet, but I have a very good feeling about it. It’ll most likely be a masterpiece.