If you need me, I'll be watching Breakfast at Tiffany's.

You now what I like most about blogging in the dark? The way the movement of the muscles underneath the skin on my hand is lit in a certain mysterious way by the light the computer screen produces. If only I would be able to make a perfect picture of that..

But I'm not. Because it just won't be as it is. And that's a pity.

Speaking of pictures. I feel like shit. For some reason a little speck of dust, or something found it's way to my focusing glass and now everytime I want to take a picture I SEE THAT SPECK AND IT WON'T GO OFF. Maybe it's damaged. I tried to blow it off, I tried to gently wipe it off with one of those glasses-things. And now it's still there. It either needs to be cleaned or replaced. Fortunately the speck is not visible on the actual picture, but still, it annoys me. And I feel like it's not focusing like it used to. Because of that CURSED SPECK OF DUST.

Alrighty. People, non-people, cats,

I'm going to watch a movie in about three minutes. I don't know which one yet. But it's gonna be a good one.

Last week I watched A Clockwork Orange, maaan, what a movie. I loved it. And Breakfast at Tiffany's. One of the movies I'll be watching on my birthday. Every single one to come.

Now I'm off. XX

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I sometimes wonder why my cheeks are redder than other peoples cheeks. They feel like they're about to explode and just spread themselves on the walls.

It feels weird to be back home again. Weird, yet good. I don't know. Last Wednesday was probably the second weirdest day in my life. After a twenty three hour flight we were home. And it was winter. Frankly, it still is. It's cold outside. Just like my heart. Haha, kidding. 

But still, it feels funny. A few days ago I was there, on the other side of the big red dotted line most people call the equator. 

IT'S ALL SO WEIRD I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE WORLD ANYMORE. 

No, really. I don't. Today, Sunday, I realized the church-building had been painted blue. I'm not kidding, every single plank, corner, piece of ceiling is blue. The curtains are blue. I almost felt like singing the Blues to finish it. 

Well, and that's actually the only thing that changed here. Except the trees have lost their leaves again, but that's normal for the time of year. 

Did I tell you I love winter? I love dressing up in the warmest clothes. Woolen stuff. And hairy things. Furry stuff. Right now I'm wearing one of those Russian-hats. And I actually like the way my face actually looks kind of Russian in this thing. I keep looking at myself in the mirror thinking: shjevleerovlskvk vkevksk provrniskvkck vodka.

Okay. My legs are starting to hurt, I've spent the last three hours with my legs crossed ... in a kind of unnatural way I guess ...

Tomorrow I'll be waking up early to clean the house. Congratulate my dad with his birthday and to welcome Joeke to my humble hut to have lunch and hug and share stories. 

Now, it's time to put myself to rest. But it wouldn't be a bad idea to get my legs in a normal position again first. OUUUCH I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO WALK AGAINNN. 

Oh man, I shouldn't be making jokes like that. 

I love you all and all the Universe and the stars and cats most of all, I want one. My adress is ... I'm not saying that. I'll get dirty letters from all my dirty fans. Fans. 

FANS. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. 

AS IF. 

Bye.