Ohh Shell, you know, I have a friend who can't burp. Like, he seriously can't burp. It's so tragic...I need to ask him if he gets tummy aches a lot.

It's the usual scenario here, I'm in bed with the laptop, soon to turn off the light and Rans is asleep on the couch...we should have got a...couch bed. Then we could go to bed together.
Ah well. He'll stumble in and wake me up in a few hours and then I'll lie awake and dream about Marat Safin just to spite him for waking me.

At least I know who Johnboy is now.
Good night Enid.