I'm not sick. I'm finnnnnnnd!

I'm sick. And I hate it. But part of it is good...

Before we go any further. Let me introduce you to my imaginary friend. The ultimate other half in my conversations. The voice in my head. The reason for my insanity:

Hi! (waves) :)

So. To continue: "But part of it is good..."

The part where you can't go out hangin' with your university-buddies?

No, not that.

Oh, then part where there's no food in the house, and going out has become a no-no for the sake of your dear little self?

No.

Oh, then - what about the jabangdy that makes you want to die?

Still a no.

Well then I'm out!

I mean the inventions and discoveries we've made so far. For example. How do you know when you're sick? When you can't say "jabangdy" anymore... Properly that is. Something, huh?

Is that it?

Well... No. There's also bits about internet being on fire, and mushrooms, and... and...

You're pathetic!

I know. But give me a break. I'm sick!

You're not sick. You're mentally chalenged. And I'm the chalenge. ;)

END OF CONVERSATION, AS AM NOW IGNORING THE LITTLE NO-SHAPED BASTARD!

But I fear that the physically non-existant voice is related to the S-M-E-D-T. They're both equally sarcastic. But you know what they say: S-M-E-D-T and voices in your head - can't live with them, can't light them on fire (as one is non-existant as a lightable item, and other is just too darn cute!)

Oh. And I want to send my deepest congratulations to my dear-dear 1/3 of my brothers in total (that I know of) and his wife as today is the day they have shared the beautiful custom that is marriage for twelve years now. Lots of flowers, candy and presents! And a hug (from me)!

By the way. 12 years ago was the day I made my first kroon (so to say). Me and L (not the tequila-L, the other one... though, also have shared some tequila-nights with her, but slightly less so elegantly as history won't tell you about those (they're kinda cencored too)... unlike with the tequila-L) decided to form a wedding poetry book for the upcoming wedding. We did such a thing. And we sold them during the (ceremony? - No, will you hush up!) party. We made 10 kroons each (may I remind you that this was 1993!) and the rest of the money (about 50.-) we gave to the happy couple as a present along with a special edition copy of a poetry book titled "Pulmaluule". (Seriously - 1993!) Not a bad income, huh? So, anyway. As I went to the bathroom, I put the money next to sink while washing my hands and forgot it there (ass! - I know. And as ML would say - miiiiistaaaaake!). When I returned - it was gone! (dum-dum-dummmm!). So. Easy come - easy go.

But still. I made history with my kick-ass speech at the speech-making thing. (I was the last one to make one) I stood up, and said: "[One third of my brothers in total - insert name here] on siga!" (Nice!) And that was it. I got candy from him later on! ;)

Still. It was 1993. I was 10!!! That's how tiny I was.