I just discovered a suit that I didn't actually purchase in my room. I believe it came from my dreams, but I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize it. I guess that's an upside from working at D.P. because now I own so many nice things that I don't notice an epic suit from my dreams. At least J.B. didn't try to eat it or anything.
Oh, and my mum decided to give me a call and actually started to cry on the phone about how she missed me. I -- just don't know how to take that. You sent me away, mum, you can't be upset about it now.