Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin

This blog entry is more of a self-refectory one than a chronicle about my country.

Each morning when I wake from my beauty sleep, and the only period of rest from my every day duties, I look in the mirror to see any new signs of stress and age like any 30's something woman. One thing I realize about being in your 30's is having chin hairs. I'm one of those women, when in a family gathering, my elders and I exchange beauty tips. I've noticed that the elder women have multiple facial hairs due to the increase of testosterone pass the age of 40. I cannot help but to be in the same footsteps as them when I flicker the 3 permanent resident I have now on my chin.

My troops are on constant alert to be on watch for them and execute instant removal, every day.

Putting out the fires

"It was the sport of the monarchy, carefully calculated undertaking designed to secure relatively modest gains at minimal cost." -unknown

My tactics have no effect. I sent my troops out in the early hours to patrol the borders. They found an opening where the mutineers accessed some of the enemy's produces. I do not understand these double standards inside my army. Only proves that I have weaknesses like any other ruler. This battle that I entrepreneured is going to have some enormous gains but I am not sure if the cost is minimal. It is and will be much, much harder than I anticipated.

After this day, I will rise my levels of fortifications. The life of my troops and many others aspects depend on it. I will not deal with "civil disobedience", my troops are posing a passive resistance. All I can do is eliminate the problem.