Siiri found her shard of glass while climbing on the armchair. She knelt on it for a moment and made a sound of distress. A second later she had a tiny drop of blood on her skin. I don't think she had ever seen her own blood like that. I reacted quickly and told her, "Look, blood. Now we need a band-aid!" and I took a band-aid, made sure the glass is no longer in the wound and covered the wound. Siiri was so unsure how to react that she didn't make a sound. Suddenly she had something like a sticker on her leg and it was so cool! She wriggled free, ran to the mirror and admired her new decoration with a proud look on her face.
Also, I finished reading the "Assassin's Creed gone bad" trilogy. Khmm, I meant to say, "The Night Angel Trilogy" by Brent Weeks. It started out SOOOOOO well. The first book was among the best books I've ever read and then it went so bad. Suddenly everyone's a stereotype, having stereotypical conversations in stereotypical surroundings for exaggerated blot. Everyone becomes a ruler, except for the main character (and a few others). The women in this book range from cute and cuddly moral girls to hot and sexy objects of desire and the men are all undesirable! One's old and mean and ugly, another one is handsome but whines like a teenage girl during PMS and a third one starts out as truly beautiful and strong and ends up crawling in shit and loosing so much weight that he looks starved thin.
But not today. Tomorrow I give my first lecture, so I need to get back to work, but I wanted to share that.
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