Wet Socks. Dried feet.

I am not going to write about the recent hostage taking in Quirino. No, not at all. I am not going to blabber about it for the following reasons:

• Terror and stupidity are two words that I am not fond of.
• I cannot see the reason why it took the policemen more than 12 hours to take down the hostage taker.
• The policemen are (or should it be past tense?) stupid. And maybe that's the reason why it took (many of) them an awful lot of time to end that terrifying event.
• Some people are really sick, so there's no point in arguing (or even negotiating) with them. We cannot reason with depression/nervous breakdown.
• I cannot think of any reasons I would have to write something about it. Really.

So, anyhow... I already received my much-awaited package from a friend. Actually, I haven't seen the mail yet, but I made my mom recite to me the contents of the mail (since she was the one who personally received it). I am sorry I could not take a picture of its contents (but maybe soon I will LOLJK.) It has 10 DVDs in it. Most of the DVDs are award-winning movies of old time, and some are really hard to find like the Motown Chronicle. So yeah. Guess who's excited to see the package? Who's excited? Who's excited? Who's friggin' excited? 'Tis I! 'Tis I! Yey! More DVDs meant Busy and Productive Days Ahead.

On the side note, I think I deserve a guitar, a new pair of slippers (because Hachi made my pair of slippers as his teether), a copy of The Catcher in the Rye (or Mythology!), and a whole family size of Bacon Cheeseburger Supreme Sausage Pops from PizzaHut for doing a good job at being stuck in reverse.

I hope I don't get sick tomorrow or any other day. I hope I don't get sick. Period. I am feeling a little fuzzy now. I am starting to sniff like hell. And my body is starting to ache now. Oh no.

And oh yes! I had wet socks, but dried feet. I am thinking of making that as an idiom, but I still don't know what it means. I will go and figure that out.