The Airportline: Observations

Yesterday evening. Training game in the Hague with Amsterdam Agents. I play great, two assists and one goal and not on the field on any of the five goals we let in. Game finishes 5-5. Return to Amsterdam with Johan the race car driver who floors his company car through the lights on the highway. We fly under Schiphol and the Surinam Airways Boeing 747 is as always parked next to the highway. Things feel good. But you can't have the good without the sour, so during the evening I am attacked by mosquitoes while trying to sleep and have to go up and eat at three in the morning. Wake up confused around ten with my legs hurting from the floorball game. Go out to get a plug to fix internet, get the plug but loose a chord. Go out again to get a new chord, it starts to rain, my legs hurt, no one has the chord I need. I bike longer, in the rain, haven't had breakfast yet. Get the chord from a disgustingly happy and social Dutch man, bike back in rain and wind. Eat breakfast while not getting the internet to work. Cancel lunch with friends cause my legs hurt too much. Overdose on chocolate muffins and coffee instead. Read Jonas Hassem Khemiri. Feel a bit better. Then realize I should write on my thesis, and work. Feel a bit less better.