I took a break from Gilmore Girls when I got better after my cold a couple of weeks ago, because I thought it would be healthy – and also, I didn’t really have the time to watch TV. But now I’ve picked up where I left off, season six, a perfect way to pass the time on a train. The only bad thing about Gilmore Girls is that it always makes me crave junk food. Normally, I eat junk food really really rarely, like, never. But there’s just something about how those girls stuff themselves with Chinese take out and burgers and fries and pizza that tickles the junk food junkie in me, and it becomes the only thing I can think about.
I think, when the train arrives in Stockholm, I’ll buy some cheese sticks at the train station. Or fries. Or onion rings. Anything deep fried, really.
If the burger places still are open, that is. Stockholm can’t be such a lame city, right? Where junk food places close before ten on weekday nights? That’s basically medieval!
Up around Sundsvall, when the sun was on its way down, the fairies were dancing in the meadows. It’s so beautiful with the mist and pink skies. Now, it’s pitch black outside the window, except for the orange moon. She’s almost full. The train is going 202 kilometers an hour.
Katja Malmborg 