And the countdown begins --- 31 days of pure torture

Cada noche probaré el más puro del dolor...

...sin usted, mi amor, mi vida, mi toda.

Hemow my wab,

Nameemeeth na kita sobwa.

My day's quite okay. I have finished my session with the new trainers, and I hope they are as excited as I am to actually share the stage with them. After all, I will be training with an ex-DeeJay and the first runner-up of Rockista.

Meriam was trying to cheer me up a while ago, she actually treated me out for a burger at McDonald's. She of all people, I guess would understand me best as she always is left to understand the demands of her husband's work -- that is, being away at times.

I probably am blabbering now. I just want to keep it as light as possible. I don't want to drown in sorrow now. Maybe later when I arrive at our haven, your pillows will be drenched in tears.

I take that back.

It will be drenched in tears and drool and mucus.

Iwabyutowmatspoweber!

~Beawee