02:11 BST
Colourful Box, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Up late. Swimming. Weak 12 lengths because my scrunchie became loose and fell off. Hate untied hair while swimming. Walked back home. Had leftover dinner for brunch and watched Frasier. Niles is such a sweet boyfriend to Daphne. He loves her. And works everything out keeping focus of love clear in his head. Wish there were more people like him. Talked to mum and sis. Evening shift at the restaurant. Not crazy busy, thanks to floods. Home. Flatmate came and asked me to come out for his friend's birthday. Went with him. Crazy lounge with live music very creatively called Live Lounge. Where the shittiest beer is a pound a pint. Music is average. Guys in their Movember mode. Girls...just girls. A good laugh, hanging about. Now home. About to collapse. Sorrie for the shitty write. Goodnight.

01:06BST
The Colourful Box, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

The most pointless day of the week. Today. Today should be rewound to a sunny day. Rain poured and poured like papa's worries about his stubborn daughters' would if it found the right vent. Or leak. Stupid rain. Stupid stupid rain. Got up late. Walked to swimming pool in the rainy delights of doom. Realised upon reaching, there is no fucking lane free. Because the fucking kids have taken over the space for their fucking activities. I fucked them off in my head. Walked the delightfully dreary walk back home. Ate ALL of the tori chahan in ONE go! Naughty. Surfed the stuttering internet till it was time for the shift. My shoes and the lower half of th emy trousers were completely soaked by the time I reached the restaurant. Shoes squelched on the floor. Eeek. Restaurant was busy. The whole world seemed to want to come to us after the big rugby match. Bahah. Got two strangers to sit together (adjacent to each other). Girl and boy. Of similar looking age and same regions of parentage. Unintentional move. Boy and girl started talking. Waitresses started nudging and grinning. Boy and girl continued to talk while eating. THAT is awesome. NOBODY talks while they eat OUR food. I LOVE my restaurant food. (red ink) Boy and girl exchange numbers and each other on Face-fucking-book before leaving. Yay! Waitresses to hi-five in their heads. Such moves are considered inappropriate in such waitressy settings. It contiued to stay busy till 10:30pm. It continued to rain till the very end of the shift. I dreaded the walk back home. I wanted to go home in a bubble. Float inside it, warm and dry, while it was pitter-patter all around me. How wonderful-a-feeling! Instead, I reached home completely drenched and cold, embracing pnemonia with open arms.  Ski-socks and Spaced and awesome flatmate and flatmate's friends and a few drags of tweeds - it was all ok. Flatmate's awesome friend cracked a supremely funny joke proving that the British have the BEST sense of humor. They were funny because they had to be funny. No other choice? How else do you survive day-after-day of this dull grey weather! Rhod Gilbert, a Welsh comedian cracked the best joke about rain I have heard in my whole life and flatmate's awesome friend did a great impersonation of it. As a child, I had never heard of summer in Wales. I was eight years old when I first took off my raincoat. I thought it was a part of my skin!
Goodnight.

01:28BST
big room with big bay window, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Still Friday. No swimming. Went for a wimpy run instead. Shift at restaurant. One of the customers pointedly asked us the system of tips. Do the tips go to you guys and you take them home the same day? It is very important to me that I understand how this thing works. You guys are great at your job. I want to reward you. If the tips don't go to you, I don't see the point of giving any.

Of course they come to us, sir. We work for it. To understand our story more, please read this wonderful old joke from communist times.

A guy was sent from East Germany to work in Siberia. He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends: “Let’s establish a code. If a letter you get from me is written in blue ink, it is true what I say. If it is written in red ink, it is false.” After a month, his friends get the first letter. Everything is in blue. It says, this letter: “Everything is wonderful here. Stores are full of good food. Movie theatres show good films from the west. Apartments are large and luxurious. The only thing you cannot buy is red ink.”
source: http://www.imposemagazine.com/bytes/slavoj-zizek-at-occupy-wall-street-transcript

We miss the red ink sir. Could you give that to us please? Along with a tip?

15:36 BST
IT lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up late. No swimming. Was really angry at self. Plumber came around 10am. George the jolly plumber-by-day and DJ-by-night. I got dressed and left for uni. Attended a lecture by a former FT columnist. A generic talk about the do's and dont's at the start of a journalistic career. Don't be choosy, don't say no to seemingly uninteresting offers. Be curious, be friendly, keep eyes and ears open. Plus a whole lot of talk about his own career swerves, and how he is currently troubled with a potential column on James Bond of the 21st century. Engaging talk, albeit a little dull. Nothing obviously useful said. 1pm and I was famished. Met waitress friend at the student union's Taff, and ordered a veggie brekkie. Toast + mushrooms+egg+beans+veggie sausage. Not that yum but filling. A random afro group came into the pub with a number of accoustic intrsuments and started playing! Everyone had to raise their decibels considerably to get themselves heard above the musical din. But it was a great change of atmosphere. Came back to library and have been fooling around for over an hour. A friend sent an email accusing me of breaking off without talking. I sent back a 'wtf??' then realised he probably thought I had deleted him from Facebook. Which I haven't. I merely deactivated my account. Yes. Did I tell you that? I deactivated from Facebook! Its been two days. I feel like I have lost a limb. The reflex of typing in facebook everytime I log onto the internet needs to be curbed. Control control. All for the good. It isn't that bad yet, because the company I keep isn't too Facebook friendly. Okay you cheered me up. I'm going to go home now. Then swimming. Then home. Then shift. Then home. Then sleep. Whee.

21:01BST
big room with big bay window, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Nope. Tomorrow never came. It is here now, a whole week late. I'm sorrie bloggie. I have been too lazy of late. A run down of all that happened between last Friday and today, FYEO.

Friday (afternoon)
Nov 16, 2012
After bidding you farewell, I left for London. A tiresome four hours later, I was at Southbank. The weather was just right for a perfect festive setting. Christmas market, delicious food stalls, live music, river Thames flowing by, a mildly cold breeze. I got lost in the atmosphere. Had a chicken harrissa wrap, a chimney cake (a Hungarian cake made of sugar coated strip of dough which is wrapped around a flour roller and placed in the oven for six minutes, taken out warm and brown and coated with cinnamon! (or any flavour of choice)) and a glass of Grenache (organic red wine). Yum. Met friend, went to friend's home, slept happily.

Saturday
Nov 17, 2012
Up late. Phone with ma. Shower. Lunch with at an Italian restaurant close to friend's place. Not so nice salmon and cream cheese and avocado panini and a very nice Americano pizza topped up with an espresso. I was UP. Camden town! One of my favourite areas of London. Full of colour, music, weird people and weird stalls. Roamed about. Met more friends later in the evening. Went pub-bar-hopping. I have lost my ability to drink alcohol. Its not even nice! Went to a pub where Amy Winehouse used to work as a waitress. The walls were packed with her pictures. I'm sure no one gave a penny's worth of attention to her while she worked there. The walls in the toilet had Amy-tribute scratches all over. My favourite 'I came. I pissed. I left'

Sunday
Nov 18, 2012
Another lazy day. Lunch at a beautiful little mediterranean cafe in Wimbledon Village. Melt-in-your-mouth chicken and lamb in a spicy marinade. The falafel was slightly dry. The stuffed vine leaves were SOUR. Spent night at auntie-friend's. Spent an hour explaining to her what I plan to do and why I plan to do whatever I plan to do career-wise. She asked me to stop swinging like a pendulum and try to move upwards. To heaven.

Monday
Nov 19, 2012
Tiresome journey to Cardiff. Swimming, relief. Walk back from Cardiff Market. Looked for a drainpipe cleaner. Our washing machine doesn't work and the kitchen sink gets blocked. The common pipe is clogged with sediments. I went to the tool-shed asked for one. The stall-owner said I was the second person asking for a drainpipe cleaner that day. I explained the washing machine problem. The stall-owner said I was the SECOND person with the SAME problem that day! I asked him to describe the first person. Twas my flatmate. What are the odds!? Such a small city. Love living here :D No drainpipe cleaner, got a curtain wire instead. Bought feta stuffed olives. Walked home and helped (watched mostly) clean the blocked pipe with the curtain wire. Still it stayed blocked. Ordered in Domino's pizza. I love Dominos when I'm hungry. Watched Spaced. Fun fun funniee. Drags of tweeds. Sleep sweet sleep.

Tuesday
Nov 20, 2012
Up late. Decided to go swimming. Got up. Decided against it. Back to sleep. Up finally. Decided not to go to uni. Made brunch. Ate brunch. Went to watch The Master. Boring. Walked about in Cardiff Market. Recognised old man sipping cappucino at the coffee stall as one of the people in the cinema. Rather, he recognised me. 'The Master?' oh yes! 'You got boyfriendo?' not here. 'Have a seat! Would you like a coffee!?' no thanks (smile). Leave. Bought a big fat down-feathered red coat. Its RED. That is all. Home. Oreos. Tweeds. Sleep.

Wednesday
Nov 21,2012
Up late again. Uni. Home. Met flatmate's parents. Nice and warm and jolly. They were trying to fix the drainpipe. Plumber needed. Stretches and weights at home. Surfed the net. Wanked. Sleep.

Thursday, Nov 22 (today)
23:36BST
Up early. Swimming! 20 lengths!! More more and more tomorrow. Uni. Beautiful lecture on diversity in foreign news reporting. Rejevunates my interest in research. Will do will do will doo. Gotta use all that faith I got left in meee. Awful walk in the rain to bid farewell to the amazing waitress friend. Hope she figures out what she wants, and goes for it. You're a tough soul missy. Follow your heart, and all will be right. Eventually. I'll miss you. Now home. Typing it all.

13:34 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

And tomorrow comes four days too late. Sorrie my lovely bloggie, I have been busy wankin' away to go glory. Among other things. It's been quite an eventful four days. Will do a quick recollection of major events of the day. Boring, but essential. That is the purpose of your existence, to be my diary of records! Don't fuss.

Monday (evening)
Nov 12, 2012
After the last post at 18:40 BST, self came home and chatted with flatmate and his friends. At about 10pm, self walked to the japanese restaurant where self works as a waitress. One of the chefs had his leaving do, and there was loads of delicious food for the party! Oyesters and shrimps in a sweet red curry made of red pepper, tomato, onion and garlic. Malaysian chicken and potato in a spicy curry made of Indian spices and lemongrass. Crispy ducks on tiny pancakes. Somebody should have a leaving do every other day at this place. They never make such fab food!

Tuesday
Nov 13, 2012
Happie belated Diwali lovely bloggie! You are my only friend in need and in deed. You light up the loneliest moments of my existence with your quirks and expressions. And it is comforting to know that there is no way that you can hurt me. Unless blogspot decides to get rid of all my records. Eesh I hope that never happens :/ Today was spent swimming (16 strong laps! wowsers) + talking to family + breakfast with awesome waitress friend + uni work+ desperate hunt for tea candles (sold-out in every store!) + finally finding some sandalwood scented ones + lighting up the flat + watching Stranger Than Fiction (again) and I <3 Huckabees (brilliantly funny film!) + eating spicy pseudo Indian food with flatmate + drags of tweeds. Day well spent :)

Wednesday
Nov 14, 2012
No swimming today. Because it was 'that' time of the month. The dreaded, painful, awful time when life equals death and movement equals pain. With a lot of effort, went to uni. It was one of those days when everything feels wrong. Eyes were giving me cold looks, mouths were talking to me in a curt abrupt manner. Till about 1pm, existential questions kept interrupting the normal flow of pointless thoughts in the mind. Had final meeting with professors. They seemed happy with my research. Will get my paycheck next week. And am also been given the freedom to attend any lecture I want! Life got better instantly :) Lectures are awesome, if paid attention to. I never paid much attention to my lectures during the formal course of my study. I was too busy thinking of assignments and the job after study and all the pointless people in my life. Thinking in the future or of other things. Not living the present. Was a mistake. Trying to rectify it, and tremendously grateful for having the opportunity to do the same. Shift in the evening. Could hardly move.

Thursday
Nov 15, 2012
No swimming. Deathly pain still. A lecture and a presentation. Presentation was given by a financial agency representative, talking about their training program. The lady had an uncanny resemblance to my previous boss. A lot of vigour and enthusiasm but too much emphasis on 'we have a reputation'. Seemed too desperate to prove that they are awesome. Boss was much more eloquent, genuine and elegant. Hence more credible. Lecture was taken by an awesome journalist now senior lecturer at the uni. It was on conventions of confidentiality in journalism. Explained why not naming sources devalued the report. But in circumstances where source must not be named, how that pact of not-telling-names is supremely important and must be honoured at all costs, and how the source should be described in a way that ensures it is reliable. Enjoyed thorougly. Came home watched St. Trinians' (again) and called it an early night.

Friday (today)
14:17 BST
No swimming again. Bad bad bad. Packed bag for Londondon, where self will be spending th eweekend catching up with friends. Walked to Bute, attended an interesting lecture by a guy who's been comms person for almost every important titles in the country - Queen, PM, corporate (telecoms) and now banks. Reputation management was the topic. It was interesting. That is all.

Now, self shall take your leave, and rush to the bus station to catch the 3pm for Londondon! Till we meet again, tomorrow (hopefully)

18:40 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up at 5:45am!! Snoozed till 9:/ Feeling loserish, got dressed and stepped out of the apartment building, only to be greeted by cold prickly raindrops and a finger-biting breeze. All the ingredients for a foul mood, in perfect consistency. Walked to library, got hold of Cloud Atlas finally. Had been hunting for it for ages. It turned out to be remarkably massive. Hard-back and about 600-odd pages in big font. Too much shelve space consumed. Walked to uni cafe and breakfasted on a big onion-cheese omlette with friend. Feeling sane, walked to Bute. Sat at computer, fervently waiting for the required emails. None came:/ Read up on the BBC crisis, which seems to be escalating out of control. Anyone looking for strange, non-sensical stories - look no further than your newspaper. Anyone looking for stable and meaningful stories, come over to the fictional side of life. Fact is stranger, and much more apalling, than fiction. Looked up some books. Gotta read more Orwell. Just gotta. The man speaks my heart. Did you know, agenda is defined as a list of things one has to think about and/or act upon. Like a to-do list of the day, it is a to-think list of the day. Did you know, some power-obsessed souls like to decide the agenda of individuals on a day-to-day basis? They like to decide the things that people should think about. And they succeed, thanks to the all-pervasive media. Wicked, isn't it? Yes. It's wicked alright.

OK. Tired now. Till we meet again, tomorrow.

19:41 BST
Graduate Centre, Student Union
Cardiff, UK

Up at 8. Swimming! Did three consecutive laps stopping for breath for ten seconds only!! SCORE!!! Must not be too happie. Must get better. Meeting with Boss. Was not as bad as expected. Apologised for erratic behavior and explained it. All ok for now, I think. Honesty always works. If put nicely. Outrageously hungry, had a huge lunch at the ever-awesome Milgi. Vegan Breakfast - a bean pattie, yellow chana dahl, chickpea paste mixed with onions, potato wedges and sour dough toast. Plus an americano. Happily full, walked to uni and read about the BBC controversy. The institution is in a fix of a lifetime. Trust and credibility at stake. Hope they figure out a way around it. I don't really think about if I trust its news or not, but it is my most-used source for information. Would hate to see it crumble. Now gearing for the awful-walk-in-the-cold to flat. Getting unbearably chilly now. Hands tremble as I type, just thinking about the cold! Gloves, gloves gloves....and running. Saviours. Take leave. Bow a goodbye. Till we meet again, tomorrow.

16:59 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

NOTHING TO REPORT. BAD MOOD. ROTTEN THOUGHTS. FOUL TEMPER. I WANT TO DIE. THEN STOP WRITING AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
OK FINE YOU WANT ME TO DIE!?
I ONLY WANT WHAT YOU WANT
OH FUCK-BLOODY-OFF

blah.

17:52 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up at 7:30am. Body felt heavy as lead. Limbs ached and groaned for rest. Last night's shift and the eerie chilly chill in the air. No swimming. Bad. Got dressed. Brekkie - scrambled eggs and mushrooms mixed with cous-cous in soya sauce and chilli powder. Life comes back. Walked to Bute. Randomly checking mails. Met professor. Being a professor must be the most rewarding of all professions. Professors profess with such compassion and honesty. I want to be a professor too. One day...some day...

Post-succesful meeting, attended a political communications lecture. Again, brilliant fun. The Thick of It was mentioned and recommended!! Funky fact learned: the all-important IMDB website is a creation of Cardiff University! More reason to be chuffed about being part of this particular institution :D Though institutions are silly. They should go play golf. Lecture over. Sitting here. Head spinning. Should leave screen. Till we meet again, kal ko.

16:08 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up at 7am. Stayed in bed till 8am. Got up, got dressed, trudged to swimming pool. Stronger laps today, yay. Walked back home. Got dressed. Radio Nation was amazing today. Playing RHCP, Arcade Fire, Muse. Brilliant time getting dressed for school! Will miss this when I go back :(

Reached Bute. Logged on. 20 emails! None of use. Saw Obama's victory speech. The man knows how to deliver a speech, if nothing else. Very focused on the great family values that Americans supposedly have. He even spoke of the importance of voting 'so that every child can go to school.' To do what? Learn the American Declaration of pseudo-Independence? My cousin knows it by heart. He is four and lives in New York and can barely read but he can recite the fucking Declaration in one go. Fuck-all fucking elections. They spoon-feed you to become worshippers of the great land of America and are not even subtle about it. Go watch Inception. Leaders are supposed to lead into making their countries a better place for the people residing those countries. For that, they need to address the pressing issues. And what is the most pressing issue for the world's most powerful nation? It affects its own people, AND those of other nations. Climate change. In my view anyway. NOT ONE time was this issue raised, during the entire period of this joke of a campaign. How many hurricanes and earthquakes and tsunamis do they need before they realise that gay rights and abortion are NOT priority!? Important, all issues are important. But NOT a priority.

Anyway, chatted with friend who accused me of being MIA. This is the second time a second person has made this accusation. What is wrong with people. I am not MIA. I am IA. Fuck off.

Read a wonderful piece on singledom. Being single and being lonely are not mutually symbiotic. Thank you very much. That needed articulation. The loneliest are those who fear being alone. Do I fear being alone? I don't think so. You despise it - those spaces in time when the existential reality of aloneness strikes you. Then you get used to it. It becomes a way of life. I think I am going to embrace it next.

You go your way
I'll go your way too
                      - Leonard Cohen, The Sweetest Little Song
:)

Till tomorrow. Shabba Khair.

17:15 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up at 6:45am. Back to bed. Reasoned with self that last night's fireworks and cold should be compensated for with a couple of hours of extra sleep. Will make day productive. Self got convinced easy-peasy. Slept for three more hours. Got up drowsier than before. Stretched. Did weights. Can feel the pain in the upper arms now. Good. Pain is good. Need more pain. Dressed up, had a sesame (yum) seed bagel with tea. Left for Bute. Rango soundtrack on repeat, self skipped to school. Sat at a computer. Stared at it. Emails, facebook stalking, news websites surfing. Real work began. Did little. Replied to an email recieved by friend. Assured her was NOT MIA. Just living. At 1pm, walked to a chainy Japanese restaurant for lunch with flatmate. Chicken Itame (coconut milk based steaming hot soup with loads of veggies and chunks of chicken. double yum.) was my dish of the day. Talked to flatmate about self's favourite topic - people - what, why, how. What do women refer to their boyfriends as, in front of their friends? What do men refer to their girlfriends as, in front of their friends? Awful things, apparently. References ranged from dog to whore :/ Why would you call the person you are dating such ugly things!? Watched people. Most looked sad. Probably because of the weather. Gloomy, grey, cold and wet. Or because it was their lunch hour from work. And work is NOT equal to fun, for most people. No statistics needed to prove that. Lunch followed by coffee and a a delicious little white chocolate-glazed-with-ginger-chilli-toffee-sauce cheescake. Need to eat it to believe such miracles are possible. Happy, warm and full - walked to library to borrow Cloud Atlas. Not available. Walked back to Bute, contemplating on getting hold of a sperm later on in life. Nurturing instincts need to be nurtured. Just a sperm needed. Not the container. Sat on computer, laughed at Murdoch's twitter trolls. Man going mental dissing Obama. He should play golf. Productive work happened. Now writing this. Swimming plans ditched for tha day. Bit miffed at that. Don't know what happens once self stops writing this post. Do not like predicting (aka planning) self's moves of the near future. Never work out. Till we meet again, tomorrow.

17:25 BST
IT Lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Nothing written over the weekend. Does not mean it was unworthy of being written about. Too much fun and laziness. Also, no internet at home for a while, which is why this post comes at this hour.

Up at 6:30am (!) Walk to Maindy Pool in the glorious sun-and-chill. Love waking up early. Terrible laps - slow, sluggish but slightly better stamina. Seriously considering becoming a member. Swimming clears the head. Makes me cheerful about life, for ten minutes longer than usual. Will give it another week. Glorious walk back home. Turned on radio. Surprisingly good music (they were playing Stereophonics instead of the usual One Direction crap!). Got dressed. Saw an episode of Frasier while eating brekkie. Love Frasier. Martin  Crane favourite character. Line of the day:
You kill me, you know. You get exactly what you want and you're still not happy. Frasier, life is not hard: you make it hard. You don't just let things happen and enjoy it, you gotta analyze everything to death. You could learn a big lesson from this dog here.
[Gestures to Eddie rolling on the floor]  You know what makes him happy? A sock!
Walked to Bute. Sat at computer to work and did nothing productive. The usual facebooking chatting unproductive nonsensical jazz. Seriously considering deactivating Facebook. Too much addiction. I haveused 'seriously considering' twice so far. Suicide. Browsed at the journalism modules of the year, noted names of books. How funk life would be if only it could be...

No payday from Japanese restaurant today. Boss a bit miffed at self. This self, the writer of this blog self. Yours truly self. Meeting him tonight at 9pm. Nervous about miffing him more. Oh well, what's gotta be done gotta be done. Now, takes leave. Till we meet again, tomorrow. Khuda Hafiz, wanker reader.

00:14 BST
The Colourful Square, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Got up at 8 and was out of the house by 8:30a-fucking-m! Walked to Maindy pool and swam weak laps. Couldn't breathe underwater so no freestyle. Gotta change that at some point. Showered and looked at self in the mirror. Felt disgust at self after a long time. Hairy pimply tired fat face. Got dressed quickly and walked a lovely walk to Bute, listening to My Friend by Bill Calahan. The sun would shine bright for a second, then hide behind thick clouds and all would be dark. The chill in the air is getting chillier. Got login details fixed (extended till end of Jan!) If only more things could get an extension. Sigh. Went to careers office and sat there for a couple of hours, noting down names and contact details of news/publications' organisations. Felt like farting so farted the deadly silent fart. People moved their desks, far away. Went back home, hi to flatmate and friend, got ready to go out again. Meandered around city centre, them talking about fancy shoes. Some comments about fashion brands in general. I spaced out, as is customary for me to do so when such stimulating conversations occur. Starbucks. Caramel macchiato - surprisingly good. Meandered some more. NewYork Deli. A HUMUNGOUS hotdog grinder later, walked back to the apartment. Received letter from London ex-flatmate! Pure joy :) Settled to watch I'm A Cyborg - But That's OK. My favourite love story of all time. Ate things I shouldn't have eaten. Wrote some to clear head. Cleared head a teeny bit. Put up posters. Room truly colourful whee-ness. A few drags of tweeds. Comfy in bed. Writing shall halt. Till we meet again tomorrow. Goodnight.

01:40 BST
The Colourful Square, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Got up to mum's phone. Mum complained that I don't talk often enough. Third year in Cardiff away from home and she continues to complain. Got dressed, walked down, walked back up again to fetch umbrella. Walked to career counseling to get some counseling. Spoke more than required so ended up with nil counseling. Attended a PR practitioner's talk. Mental how the glamour of PR still gets me excited, despite experiencing the process of prostitution. Great story about bodyform. Thereafter attended another talk. On political communication. A lot of fun. Talk on democracy and professor opened a slide with the map of the world. Countries were colour coded according to democratic and non-democratic nations. Reactions were aplenty. Came back home. Made dinner, Ate dinner. Chatted with friend. Got happy doing so. Cleaned room and loo. Greeted friend who has come to stay the night from London. Talked about chocolates. Ate chocolates. Talked about sex toys. Drank water. Now writing. Will brush. Then sleep. Goodnight.