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*Attention* This is an old entry. I have just forgot to take it in to the journal.

Hi everyone!
To compensate the previous entry, this one, will only have an English version!
So victory has come, mayhaps, in a quite grim way, because the losses were great. Well, there weren't any losses. But many stings, from a quite annoying little thing. Which is not the crazy frog at all. The wasp. I have spent my hours, days and nights, to catch this ferocious monster. After some coffees, and sleepless nights in front of the TV watching CNN, I finally uprehended the little #### and served justice.
The sentence was death.
As I have gained my overwhelming victory, I felt a little empty. No more wasps to fight with... What will I do? Hunt for more? But no, I have gained many scars and I do not wish to gain more. There is no choice for me, but to make a retreat at my home, and write at this blog.
As my fingers continue to energize, from my previous fight, I dwindle upon the thought, that it might be a good idea to listen to some music. But is wouldn't be a great idea, because the new album from Lodger will be released, and I cannot listen to any other music, than the two demos: chemicals and prefontaine.
These two, I listened plenty. No once, twice, thrice...
If I count it good, it would make a 30.
Yep. Only two of them, and I have already listened to them ap. 30 times. Resembles my attitude at music. I find a band, and I start to worship it. Well. Not much else to do, and words come more difficult, when I write in English, not to talk about, that I have already talked about nothing, in my previous entry.
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Yep. I am in trouble. I just can't think about anything else than sleep.
But still I would like to make this thread worthwile, because I need to get this as large as the Hungarian one. And it is hard. Not that I'm lazy.... Ok. I might be lazy. But not at writing, because I might be lazy to sleep. Just think about it. All the hours that you sleep are all going to waste. And for what? To get rest. Well that would explain thing for a normal person, but I'm not normal, and not abnormal too, I'm that semi-normal type. You know! Those crazed scientists who invent all the new stuff...
Well I won't invent. And I don't intend to. I just want to get some rest by writing here. It is like a replacement. Just sitting here and writing down my thoughts. Not a story, or everything. That would make a normal blog. People who write down what happened to them in the past. But I only sometimes write down things like that, for explamle, the epic fight between me and the wasp. I write down to you ladies and gents`, what I think. What I think at the moment. Not what I think about something or someone (Well that might happen too maybe...), but I rather write about, what I think about my thinkings. Well that might be a little complicated, but this isn't for reading. I just make these threads for my own amusements, to think about all the people who get lost in my own thoughts, reading my mind. smile
I am pretty curious about who can read 'till this line, and understand it at the same time. But that isn't bad, if someone does understand it for a change. There is nothing personal here really. Just my thoughts, sniffing everything around my current atmosphere. Maybe I can't understand too, what I write here. But that is no reason to stop. The reason is to write, and I write.
But of course at the previous entry, I had quite a fight with the scroll at the right of this "edit box", or whatever you may call it.
My goal, is to shrink the little thing as much as I can. Well, it is easier said than done, and it is a hard job. But if it worked once, it will work for a second time too. Well not as fast maybe, because I'm a little slow at the moment, even as we speak. My fingers are slowing down, but the passion to continue this entry lives on, even to this minute. But of course the style of this entry will be different, but that isn't much of problem. I just write down about what I think of my tiredness. Well I don't know how to describe it. It is like falling forward, but the computer is in the way. My body starts to work in slow motion, as my thoughts slow down with my mind forcing it to a full stop. Yep. It has come. I can't take it anymore. I sleep.
Bye. Come again next time!