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Pride week has been great, and chaotic, and I got to hang out with more people than I have in ages. It is almost as though I have a social life, for serious! I think I've also doubled the muscle mass on my legs, albeit from a starting point of v. pathetic. Unni is leaving late-ish tomorrow, so we're doing a little more non pride related tourist stuff through the day. (Vasa museum, aka the failboat.)

Then I'll go home. And sleep. And maybe give you guys some photos.


Other developments: my counter for 'people who think I speak some slightly unplaceable Swedish dialect' continues to go up, and is joined by a smaller but quite convinced group who believe I am specifically a Finland swede. I choose to take this as a good sign. If a slightly odd one.


Goodnight!