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I still don't know what to say. I still don't know if this whole day was a dream and what has been happening. I still don't believe that I'm going home. I'm sitting in my apartment, know that I should pack, Everything seems so surreal. I need to do laundry too. I really don't know what's happening anymore. I fell asleep with my corset on for about one hour. I didn't know I was that exhausted, but I guess I was, if I'm able to sleep in a freaggin corset! "This is all... sweet like a dream, strange like a dream - How strange? - Is it not so that I speak to you to night without fear of moving you to laughter? - Laughter? Why?" And now I'm quoting plays. Great! What is happening?