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Mine are getting shorter.

I remember my second ever blog post, as will (possibly) a grand total of three others. It was about as long as your average book. Now they're getting shorter and shorter, until they will inevitably fade away into nothingness...

Or until I have something I can actually bitch and moan about again.

YESTERDAY.

I played Warhammer with the good Mr. Chamberlain and Wheatley. I won, as usual :P

Damn I own at that game.

To celebrate my victory, I bought one of these:

Guess how much? That wasn't rhetorical, guess damnit! Just take a guess.

Guessed yet?

£30. Such a fucking rip-off. It's so not worth it, but my mum very kindly paid for it for me. Partly, I think, because she feels bad about not being in the house much for the past two weeks. Partly because she was sick of me debating getting them :P

She also gave me the money to get these:

But I'll probably have to order those.

I hope you can see these pictures, by the way.

Those are £20. £27 if I want the Command... which I do. My mum gave me £60 for the lot, so I'll probably get those. I'll show you those too:

I'll get those plus 5 normal ones. Damn I love Warhammer, despite it being one big scam.

Hurrah for putting pictures in posts to make it longer!

Not to end on a bad note, but I want to tell you about my... sporadic night's sleep last night. I woke up at half four, thinking that I needed to be up at six, so I set my alarm in my very sleepy state. Woke up at six due to my alarm, realising that I didn't need to be up. I turned my alarm off, and went back to sleep, only to wake up twice because of my dream. It wasn't a bad dream, or even bizarre, it was just... slightly less normal than my other dreams. And I do mean very slightly. As in, two people shook hands when they said 'hi', that kind of thing (that's not what it was, but I ain't sayin' what it was). And this dream woke me up. Twice! I had the same dream twice in a row. It does make me wonder if I have that dream a lot, but I forget it every night. I do rarely seem to remember dreams, so there's no reason why that wouldn't be true. Part of the annoying thing is that the second time, I actually thought to myself that it wasn't a dream! I was convinced that it wasn't. I really wish I'd've stayed asleep for a while longer, I want to see where it was going.

Haha, I'm actually complaining about having good dreams now! This is just getting pathetic, I need to sort my priorities out. For example, I should have already gotten started on the quite literal pile of homework I have to do this weekend, and so I shall go and try to make a dent in it now, and bid you Adieu.