Long time, long time.

Maybe I won’t tell you anything, anything at all.

Maybe I will say what will be. Yes, I can see the future.

The future looks like pretending to go to the gym and eventually washing my hair.

In regards to shaving, it’s blurry.

Everyone lives in Olevi again. Kind of.

Loud people are annoying.

Anna has cheesy tomato soup. I will try some.