It’s always, every day, the same shock when O. appears online on ICQ. Ding dong, it’s the end of the work day for people who work and have an income, there you are, it’s night time. And I have only been up for four or five hours. Incidentally, I particularly like the fact that, in summer, the sun doesn’t come and remind me that I wake up a bit too late to enjoy life. (And it all depends on what kind of life you want to enjoy anyway.)

And, no, I don’t only have slackers on my contact-list (well, I should say something like 75% of them—and that would probably be an underestimation), but O. is the only one who has a normal person’s schedule, and doesn’t log into ICQ from work. Which, actually, doesn’t make him a normal person, does it?