House music is so unbelievably irritating. Magnified exponentially when housemate is playing it whilst my sick self is seeking relief in the form of sleep.
Am currently sitting in the cosiest cafe, Stofan kaffihus, in the heart of Reykjavik. I have had two perfect lattes, and the music has included Diana Ross & The Supremes, Air, El Perro Del Mar, and now the best of Elvis. I am writing this because I never, ever, ever want to forget this moment. I am so content. So happy. On my own, and so happy.
To Scandinavia :)