Yawn saatana. Taas huonosti nukutun yön jälkeen on ihanan kevyt ihmisen olla.
Olkapäähän koskee vitusti, linimentistä on silmät solmussa ja työ ei etene.
Gradu ohjaaja ilmotteli eilen et kuviin pitää olla luvat tai piirtää ite. No
kai pitää pyydellä sit ja piirrellä noi hämärämmät. Voe vitun vitu. Muuten työ
alkaa olemaan kuulemma ihan kuosissaan, pitää vaan survoo sinne viel niistä
hajautuksista ja sit yhteenveto ni se on siinä jukobliut. Ah, and yesterday I
didn't actually see so good dreams but I got few memories :) Karate yesterday
was quite nice, Pinan 1-4 katas in parts. First practice round, and then with
full killing spirit. Goddamn, i didn't even know I could be that tough. I
yelled like a huge tiger! Though now I need more relief for my weird shoulder
pain.

Dream... Well, As told I only recall parts of it and it gave me something to
think about. The dream happened once again on Asolo's Niko's house on Toivala.
Petra K was there and this made me moody. I don't know what the fuck was so
tempting in Petra but there sure was something about her. She was atleast two
or three years younger than me (which is lot when you yourself are only 17 or
so), had glasses, spoke rudely, smoked and so on. She wasn't even REALLY good
looking and had quite a big butt. But still, I kind of miss her, and would
like to see her someday again.  On the other hand, I still remember what her
friend's (she was Marja too) boobs felt under my head. It was weird, I didn't
mean to touch them but for some reason we were watching TV so that my head was
resting against her teenie boobies. I didn't even get excited or anything, 
the tit just felt so unforgettable. Like eternal tit and butt girls. For fucks
sake, why does man have this kind of memories that haunt? Why didn't I squeeze
those tits, stick my tongue in their mouths and didn't grab them by their
booty? I shall never know.