#5

No mental health-status like I promised but as you can read, I survived. Unless this is already a reincarnated me writing on the blog of my physical predecessor... I'm going with the first one.

So I survived, came out victorious (hell, I can say it), started working on another assignment, finished that one. Had an operation on my tongue which was not cool nor really unpleasant just strange. It's like I'm going on a discovery with the tip of my tongue in my own mouth. I might have to redraw my mouthmap.

I'm going to New York in September. Can you say siked?

Cows Udder.