Mmm... applejuice...

This afternoon I called my sister to tell her that she has to cancel any plans she has for tomorrow. I didn't reach her, but I did get one of those "this number doesn't exist"-voices in my ear. So I tried again. Same thing. I thought her phone was just being weird so I didn't think any more about it, and then I tried again this evening. Same thing. So I called my parents and guess what? Apprently my sister has changed her number. I feel so loved. Thanks for telling me. NO PRESENT FOR YOU!'

I have a great idea for a book. Wanna hear? Fine, I'll tell you anyway. Murder in the corridors of power. A security guard finds a man murdered - stabbed in the chest - and as a last dying message the man writes on the floor in his own blood. (Stop me if this sounds familiar.) The murder unwraps secret organisations and something even the pope himself (!) wants to keep hidden forever.
Okay, this is complete dèja-vu - I'm so sure I've seen this somewhere... (See the movie by the way, don't read the book. Or well - read it if you don't really care and just want a good story.)

Apparently there was a robbery this morning up north. (This is what I miss because I don't read the news.) The robbers flew down onto the roof of a cash depot, went in through the roof into a room without any form of alarms, grabbed a few bills, went out to the helicopter and left. Insider? Naaa... (http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/09/23/stockholm.helicopter.heist/index.html)