But there's not much to do when your friends are all fish.

Who would've thought I am mentally built for child care?

Well, baby care. But still. I will say this and you better believe it, I am great with kids.

I have nothing to share, other than the fact that for once in what seemed to be a long time, I feel happy. I have pictures of me being happy but I'm way to busy cleaning pee, spit and milk vomit of myself to sort them and upload them to Facebook where people I don't really care about can watch and like and basically say things I don't really care to read.

The important thing is, I am happy and I need to prolong this state of ease and awesomeness because I damn well deserve it and I certainly can't do that if I'm involved in things outside this here now.

Another good news, I'm reading again. Finished The Prince, reread The Catcher in The Rye, and now in the middle of The Memory of Running.

You can't possible fathom how goddamn happy I am, being able to read in peace again.

Anyway, I saw Captain America: The First Avenger and it wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. There's less explosives than I hoped, and it's jammed pack up the ass with goddamn cliches. I would watch it again though, but only because I couldn't concentrate too well the first time. On account of this;




and this



and this

There are of course more complimentary (naked, I mean) pictures of them but I don't want to come across as super perverted. At least not this early.

I have 17 hours of puasa and I've only eaten cereal. Man, this is going to be fun.

And by fun, I mean torturous and annoying but you got that, I'm sure.