I just type parts of it whenever I'm in the bloody mood. Drawings might be scanned. July 27 - 6.35AM Goodmorning all of you pathetic citizens rude enough to read this without asking me if you're allowed to. It's incredibly late July in the Netherlands, but if you'd think it was February over here, you'd most likely get a lot of people to believe that. That rain's falling like never before and the thermometer is doing its very best to keep the mercury above the 20-mark. And failing to do so eventually. So it's good I'm heading to St Petersburg, where 22 degrees centigrade has been predicted. In the shadow. Because there is no sun. But I'll be warm. Jane's been exploring the city for the past 2 days already, so in theory that would save me a lot of walking. If only theories were reality... I just want to tan in parks. But there is no sun. So by the end of this year I'll be so pale that I'm likely to receive a Nobel Prize because I discovered a colour brighter than white. So let's discuss something more interesting: I'm flying business class for the first time in my life. And, I mean it, being in possession of such a boarding pass made me one big cock. And it's easy being a cock. All those people around me here? Jerks that delay MY flight. Those asshole that manage to make just sitting down on their seats a chaos as if they're pelgrims nearing Mecca. Can't they just remove all seats and make them stand up? Time = Money and stuff. Alora, when I checked in and received seat 2A, they got all really friendly. Friendlier than I ever witnessed with previous f-off-to-the-back tickets. Clear instructions, happy flight, even excuses for the inconvenience while nothing went wrong. It makes me cocky, but my patient nature remains. Aw mom just texted me. Mo-ooom, can't you see I'm too important over here?!