Last-Minute Preparations

There must have been something in those tofu dogs. Just after I finished posting last night’s update, I guess all the tension and excitement over starting my job finally got to me, and I began feeling exhausted. Maybe it was the tiny responsible part of my brain telling me I should get some sleep before starting my new job. In any case, sleepiness hit me hard.

As I was leaving the Bjergsens’ house, I walked past their guest room. Nice room. Very comfy-looking, if a little pink for my tastes. For some reason, sitting down for a moment on the big, soft-looking bed seemed like a good idea at the time. This is me a few seconds later:

I dreamed about Ex-Lax

I don’t know if the Bjergsens even knew I was still there. I don’t think sleeping in one of their beds was part of the dinner invitation, and I know I’d be a little apprehensive about letting some pasty white vagabond crash at my pad without explicit permission. Whether they were cool with it or not, though, there I slept until the next morning.

When I woke up, the house was empty. Bjorn and Clara had gone to work, I assume, and Sofia and Clara had left for school. It was just me, all alone in their large, tastefully decorated and fully furnished home. I probably should have left right away, but you know what they say: breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Withdrawing from the Food Bank

I know what you’re thinking right now. “What is a geek like Edison doing with abs like that?” It’s mostly genetic, to be honest. While I’ve been known to work out on occasion, I frankly tend to find doing things like running nowhere on treadmills and lifting objects heavier than an encyclopedia to be boring as hell. Fortunately, I seem to have some kind of mutant metabolism that makes me look like the whitest, dorkiest member of the cast of 300 as long as I put even a tiny amount of effort into it. Please don’t hate me.

After finishing breakfast, I knew I had to get going. Not only was I essentially now a cereal burglar, but the time to catch the ferry into Windenburg was rapidly approaching. I really didn’t want to make a bad impression by being late on my first day. However, I was also acutely aware that hiking all over the island the day before had left me with a bit of a musky aroma. While Eau de Sweat Gland is the official cologne of the nerd set, I’ve found that it really doesn’t do much to impress people you’re meeting for the first time, so I made one more stop before heading out the door.

Thanks again, Bjergsen family!

With that, I finally felt ready to start my day. Well-slept, nourished, and squeaky clean, I left the Bjergsen residence and marched off to face my destiny.