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Here I am home sick lying on the sofa feeling real sorry for myself,
watching some bad tv-show with one eye, when suddenly the doorbell rings.
Hmm, who could that be? There is a guy standing at the front door, asking me
if it is my birthday. I start laughing, realising I really loook like shit
after sleeping most of the day. Anyway, he gives me a huge bag full of baloons, and
they are from the great guys & girl in my department at Opera Software.
There are so many balloons I'm overwhelmed. As a bonus I am now unable to watch the crappy tv
from my sofa My son is going to have a blast with these when he gets back from kindergarden.
Thank you very much