Today, I am out of town, and the last bus back has no ticket, so I can only wait to go home tomorrow. There's really no way to write in the Internet café here, killing Matt washing, scissors, blowing a lump of things, all kinds of howling and all kinds of scolding, and there is a guy who doesn't look like twenty years old talking about life in YY, and it's all shit-like negativistic middle two remarks. I'm going to stop him now, and if I don't change it tomorrow, I'll be cut down. (To be continued.) )