52.

Bye mum. Bye sis. Bye all. Take care.
Which leaves us with 3.

I actually bought Newsweek and Time today.
It was kind of supposed to help me pass the time, but I guess the mp3 still works best.

Now this is my 25th hour awake.
Im impressed.
And getting even more delirious.

I have this really irritating ulcer at the uhmmm.. insides of my cheek(eh?). Well, somewhere around that area. Even smiling feels painful sometimes. Like, someone using a grater on the skin. Or maybe a lawnmower is more appropriate. Hehh.

I want my own elite/secret army/bodyguards too.
Ottoman Sultans have their Janissaries.
Romans have Praetorian Guards.
Napoleon has his Imperial Guard.
Hitler has his Schutzstaffel.
Ceausescu, his Securitate.
Mine will be called the Pussycat Dolls.

Now I just need pretty matching uniforms for them.
Ah. Deliriousness. See see.



Oh oh.
My brother told me something that made me get really really really excited and yet not so excited at the same time.
Makes sense, no? Mahaaa.
But yeah =)
Moooooooooolaaaaaahhhhhhh.