Today happened something strange. I have just started at my new work and my brains are so full of all the new things and all that norwegian talking that tonight on my way home, sitting in a bus and trying to read a book I realised that I didn't really want to read at all. I just wanted to sit and think nothing.

So I came home and tried to find a better book from my bookshelf but I didn't want to open any of them. They all seemed to be too difficult, even the easy and entertaining ones. Right now my brains just can't take anything more. This is weird, but it seems that I have to take a small break from the books. I hope this won't last very long. 

Tonight, instead of reading I will watch some films from Marx-brothers.