A letter, in fact. From the Norwegian conscription agency, which wants me to come and spend a year of my life in their service, starting April 2008. Apparently, if I choose to go — something I most definitely won’t — I’ll serve in some kind of anti-aircraft artillery battalion.

Luckily, they want me relatively late, so that I’ll be well underway with my next bachelor degree by the time I’m supposed to join them, and thus can get another postponement.

But damn, I was nervous for a few minutes.