Another night, another sleepless night.
It's not like I can't sleep, it's just that I stay up every night doing things. There are still many thing I'd like to do before I go to bed, like edit the video, film the other one, write some more on one of my stories, look at alternative programs to make my new website, read some Artemis Fowl and so the list goes on.

And also, my hand is STILL fucked up badly. I don't know how it can be, it's usually alright, and the rest of the hand is. But it kind of feels like I got an extra bump there, and it hurst like a bitch to hold it still and then move it, or to move it more than just a little bit.

Oh, and also I figured that I look pretty alright with makeup. I won't ever start wearing a lot of it every day I think, I'm far to lazy and slow in the morning for that, I wouldn't have the time or anything. But I figured, maybe wearing it wouldn't be so bad, at least a bit more often than now.

God I'm yawning like a little fucker, should probably go to sleep. Gonna wander around in my mindly wonderland for a bit I think.

HEY
Before I go to bed, let me share something that truly cheered me up TONS today.
Have you ever heared about the multiuniverse theory?
If you want, you can google it yourself (I won't let you be too lazy my dearest), but shortly told, it's a theory that indicated that there is an unlimited amount of alternative universes.
Like, every time you make a choice, there are also alternative universes where the outcome is different.
I choose to buy icecream instead of milkshake.
In this universe, I bought the icecream and went home, end of story.
In an alternative universe, I choose to buy milkshake.
In another one again, I decided to buy none of them.
Then another one again, the entire mall explodes from a suicudal monkey that got lost and happend to be carrying a bomb made by yellow people.
The consept of the multiverse is so awesome to me, because that means EVERYTHING you can ever imagine is real, someehere in an alternative universe.
My entire world, my characters, my stories!
Shadow is real. She is a hero and a villian, and right now she is sprinting over a rooftop, being chased by the city guard after ruining the king's shallow prom. She's fleeing into the shadows, and the guards are left without a clue. Shadow is real, oh so real, somewhere in the multiverse.

Do you have an imaginary friend? Or have you invented your own world of fanasty and freedom?
It is real, somewhere.
And by knowing that, I do feel ... so happy. I won't ever meet those things, because they're in another universe, but they are there, none the less. And they are everything I can ever imagine.