After getting up way early, I've slowed down to an almost negative pace. The past three of four hours I've done exactly nothing and I think I might be exaggerating :)
Sent off a mail for information about some things, but go figure that they fail to reply to me now. Yes, I admit it... I'm one of those broadband people that demands instant satisfaction, replies and gratification.
I think I'll either go to the shop and make a ton of spaghetti sauce later on, or vacuum the apartment. Both thing need to be done, but I'm quite convinced I'll only do one of them - or none if I don't feel like it. (I have vacuumed a part of the place so far, AND reclassified 13 books. I have to find a solution for all my books though)
However, first I'm gonna reply to a mail that someone sent me a while ago and tell them that he can go fuck himself. Just for fun, really. (Done!)