I've got an ulcer at the back of my mouth and it hurts like a bloody motherfucker. Downing an entire bottle of Sparkling H-TWO-O doesn't seem to help any.

Hooked on Leela James's "Don't speak". Far better than No Doubt's, I must say.

This whole thing is making me emotionally unstable. I cried buckets today and over the smallest thing. I want it to be over soon and I don't want it to be over soon. This entry does not refer to Alfiean. I'm talking in riddles. Figure it out.