All Right. I feel well-rested. There’s that at least. It’s with a bit of a delay, but tomorrow will be the starting day of the final period of my life. There’s a list of things to do, but I feel confident about most of them, really.
All that is dead, is dead. My revenge for that will be much more severe than you think now, trust me. You haven’t fully understood yet, I’m sure about that.
Other than that I think I’ve passed the worst.
But for you it’s about to start only.
