There are some important things a man has to know, to efficiently read the author.

First off: The author likes to think he hates everybody. But that is not entirely true. He has about ten thousand mortal enemies. The other seven billion are just kind of standing in the way. That makes the author angry, sometimes nervous, or even mad. However this does not mean he hates them. The author likes people. From a distance, and for very short bursts. After a little time - about one, one and a half minutes - he usually goes away. Preferably somewhere dark, and cold, and especially not exposed to the sun.

The author does not have a problem with warmth or light, but he has a problem - actually a very serious one - with the sun. The proper term for it is heliophobia, but the author has some minor problems with it too, because he claims he does not fear, he hates the sun.

I am kind of full with S/3 for now, but I will not rewrite it, so just bear the change( which I wouldn't)

So, the thing is that I have this - minor problem, not even worthy of mentioning - with the sun.

Actually, it is not one problem, but a few. First off: It is light. Too much of it. Maybe it is because of me being awake at night and sleeping in daylight, but my eyes can not bear it anymore. Also it is hot. Not hot like a radiator, or a bonfire, or a torched school, but hot like it is burning my skin. But my greatest(and perhaps most irrational) problem is that I am not even remotely confortable being exposed to a burning nuclear reactor. Maybe you like bathing in it's light, but me prefers artificial lights. You know, the ones you can turn off IF YOU WISH. And also, the ones which tend not to cause you cancer. Point is that I never liked being under it, without at least 30 centimetres of solid matter composed of iron and concrete.

By the way, I feel like clearing up the title. It refers to the little things you put into a glass of water, to make it bubble, and it contains a crapload of vitamin c, and iron, and vitamin d. I don't really know it's name. Point is: I found out that there's one which contains both iron, and vitamin-D. And you get vitamin-d by exposing yourself to a potential source of hazard in the center of the solar system. Folks: the sun is not for us. There are reasons I will not go into here and now, but the thing is that we aren't exactly made for sunlight.

Also I would go back to previous things I was talking about. You maybe do not know, but I do not hate people. I make these smart ass racist comments whenever I can, but I have no problem with different races whatsoever. I do not really have a problem with people, I just don't like being near them. I kind of like liking them from the solitude of my room.

By the way. I was going to name my den Solitude, but then some Superman guy took it. I thought of naming it The Tower, because it does not - not even from a distance - resembles a tower. it is not actually a tower. just a heavy carved out block of concrete and iron. But then again, it somehow began to be called Bull Run, because if I move away, my next den will be the Second Bull Run. Yes I know, there's this text over my wall: Gettysburg. But I would never call my den Gettysburg. No right hearted rebel would. It is just there for reminding me. I would also take Ellison Wonderland, but then again, I would have to stand in court against my role model, so that's a pass too.

I don't really know why I am talking about the name of my place.

I might have gone off track a while back then.I kind of start to think that this isn't the best time for writing, for I am not really conscious now. Kind of 'I will not remember this tomorrow' kind of thing. Hell, I don't even remember what I wrote two seconds ago. Best time to stop now.

It is getting late(or early).
Anyway, good night.(or day)
Yellow and blue makes green, buh-bye.

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