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I can say I'm truly happy, even for the silliest, shallowest things.

It's been almost a month since I started my diet and it's going unbelievably nice. It's such a nice feeling seeing your clothes getting progressively baggier. The only problem it that if I don't manage to fit in my old clothes, I'm gonna have to buy new ones.
I'v managed to go from size 44 pants into almost fitting in my old size 40 ones. Hopefully I won't need to buy any pants size 42 (that's the size progression here: 36, 38, 40, 42, 44...).
My boobs have shinked a lot too, though I don't complain (much). I hope that soon I can sleep on my tummy without my back hurting.

Work is good too. Just this week I received two orders with the cutest items! And if that wasn't enough, Rock got a really good raise at his work.

So, by saying all this I really dont care if I couldnt sleep well last night, and the little sleep I had came with freaky nightmares. Though I gotta say that a nightmare featuring Jesse Spencer isn't exactly too taumatic... Cuz yeah, he was in one of my nightmares.

Chaging the subject a little, what do you think about a 21-month-old boy who can actually read numbers?