Last night Sini called me names: "You're always such a lady!"
It made me feel quite good. It also reminded me of this masterpiece:

And we accidentally made the whole club sing Happy Birthday and that was great.

And now I'm having a flu which isn't funny because a) I cannot practically speak, b) I cannot go to work to earn money, c) I cannot put the plans I've made into practice, and d) it makes me behave like an idiot.

And - this is official now - I am an idiot. I hope the one I let down today is reading this: I could make a million more of those paper planes to make you happier now.