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I wrote down the wrong name of the song yesterday. It's "Made of Steel." Right now I am listening to some unidentified techno in the net cafe. At least it is good, unlike a lot of the music I have heard in the clubs lately.

There is a benefit concert going on in Svobodové Naměstí outside. I listened to one band for a little while. They all looked so young, teenagers perhaps.

Mailed the postcards I have been carrying around for weeks. We shall see when they arrive, eh.

So the test. I felt this one was much easier than the last one. Weird. But I think I might even have remembered my pronouns. I always mess up the plural adjective endings, but it is alright. My učitelka knows Craig. How odd. We talked about the Cimmarman play.

I dreamed about Keith last night, coming to visit. He had a daughter.

Looking forward to a few days of peace and quiet before I leave.

it would be better if I had the cartoon here, but perhaps you will laugh anyway

Princ Drson a Zakletá Žába
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"Cože?" myslel si zlý Princ Drson, když uviděl žábu s korunkou. "Myslím že, je to smutná žába. Ona pláče."

"Dobrý den," řikal Drson. "Jmenuju se Princ Drson. Jak se jmenuješ?"
"Dobrý den, princi. Jmenuju se Šárka."

Drson si myslel, "Jestli žabu poslibim, ona bude krásná, bohatá princezna. Je to krásné stěští!"

"Proč pláčeš?" zeptal se Drson.
"Protože jsem ošklivá žába, a nikdo nechce mi políbit."
"Smím tě políbit, Šárko?"
"Samozřejme, polib mne!" řekla Šárka.

"Mám takovou radost! Ty jsi táké žabák!" řikala Šárka.
Drson byl smutný, a řikal, "Sakra! To je něstěští!"
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Right. So it is a lot more amusing with the pictures. Eh.