Thoughts:

Thoughts on soccer, namely, the game I just played in: Man, am I fucking tired.

Thoughts on life in Copenhagen: I had my first experience of quasi-belonging just now, as I was riding my bike home, exhausted from aforementioned soccer game, when I had my first chance to get irritated at an obnoxious tourist. There I am, just riding along, when some complete ignoramus just walks out into the bike lane. He's talking on his cell phone, to boot. I'm riding past a touristy spot -- one of Denmark's numerous castles -- so it's clear: this guy doesn't belong. He doesn't know the rules of the road the way I do. So I ring my little bell with a sense of calm urgency -- ding. No response. I give it another go -- ding! Again, nothing. So I ring that little jingling bell for all it's worth -- DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING -- in a tone that very clearly says, "What do you think you're doing, you foolhardy foreigner? It is clear you don't belong here, you ignorant tourist, you obnoxious visitor from distant shores. Why don't you understand the way things are here -- the way I do? Please, sir, follow the laws of the land, or I will be required to force you to comply by running you over on my seven speed bicycle -- in a particularly Danish, removed sort of way." There was still no response, so hopped off the curb into the road, passed him by, and shot him The Look. I don't think he got the message.

Other thoughts: ...will be coming later, including a very thorough description of the past few days' study tour to western Denmark.