Agrs pamodiens, jau astoņos biju augšā. Vakar bij sāpīte, tāpēc neko vairāk nevēlējos, kā doties gulēt, aizmigt un nejust. Te nu es esmu ,vārtos pa gultu ar /joprojām/ sapampušu [sāpīgu] vaigu. Ārā aiz loga smuka saulīte, bet man jānīkst četrās sienās. Labi, nav ko gausties, sadzīs taču vai ne? vienmēr iedomājos, ka varbūt kādam ir sliktāk, a es te īdu par sūdiem.

Skatos uz banānu pāri istabai. smuks, dzeltens, garšīgs - varētu iemocīt vēderā.
Izlietne virtuvē atraugājās.

 Mans Zombatars.

Dana Scully: Listen to me! I need your help!
Agent Mosley Drummy: I'm sorry. I - I can't help you.
Dana Scully: Then let me talk to somebody there with some balls who can.

Fox Mulder: I can feel you thinking.
Dana Scully: Sorry. I can't sleep.
Fox Mulder: Actually, I have a little something for that.
Dana Scully: Just a little something?


Dana Scully: What are you doing?
Fox Mulder: Trying to ignore you.

Father Joe: And where do they come from, then, these unnatural appetites?
Dana Scully: Not from God!
Father Joe: Oh, then from me? I castrated myself when I was twenty-two.

Assistant Director Walter Skinner: I know Mulder. He'd get to a phone and call first. He wouldn't do anything crazy.
[Scully stares at him]
Assistant Director Walter Skinner: Well, not *overly* crazy.

Agent Mosley Drummy: I don't believe this.
Fox Mulder: You know, that's been your problem from the very beginning.

Negaidīts brāļa un viņa draudzenes apciemojums. Un kas tad te! Dafne ar. plūkā manu aitādu un atrada zem gultas tenisa bumbiņu ko pievāca kā savu ;P Nebūs vientuļi. that's šitī. Un tad tās apdzērušo runas ''I love you and i always will..'' čmok čmok, hag hag. oh well.. might be true. Un visi nebeidz brīnīties kā es morāli visu panesu ;D Necilvēks nu.