Where does an 8-tentacled octopus sleep?

Do you know the feeling when there's a ton of things to do, but something goes snap in your brain and all you can do for a few hours is to fill in a multitude of useless internet personality tests?

And the feeling when one of said tests tells you that you'll quite probably reincarnate as an octopus and that 45 % of people will reincarnate as higher life forms than you? An octopus? I beg your pardon! I'm not quite that bad, now am I? I ought to send them an email and tell them where to shove some tentacles...

Anyway, octopus is a noble creature if you ask my opinion.

I've also been wasting my time on drooling at some nifty two-room apartments that are currently for sale in the greater Helsinki area. Yes, I've been getting the nagging feeling that maybe, while renting is all fine and dandy, just maybe a home I could call my own would not be such a bad idea after all. I like my current abode, humble though it may be, but it's really, really small. And the landlord is not a young man any more so the supercheap rent I'm paying now will quite probably stop to be supercheap in a few years.

Does this mean that (before I end up as seafood) I'm actually, finally becoming an adult? Boggles the mind, doesn't it?


Today's soundtrack:
Verjnuarmu: Laalavat jouset, Kärähtänyny kylä
(woo! metal in Savo dialect, which I spoke fluently until we moved out of Kuopio when I was 5. There are some samples in the Mussiikki-section)
Rammstein: Feuerräder
Madonna: Skin