I’ve said this already, but just for the sake of my own sanity: It doesn’t hurt to repeat it once I guess. Or twice.
And I need to cut my nails. These long greasy nails don’t type very well.
I’ve always wondered where people get the inspiration and knowledge from, to write books of hundreds of pages. I always thought I wouldn’t even make five.
Weird, isn’t it.
I’ve been treated, both literally and figuratively, like if I were a mentally disabled person for the biggest part of my life.
So don’t be too surprised, if you were to begin with.
