Everything to me ... How does it feel
busy day on Friday: it is morning, another after lunch, one after (not) eat.
On Saturday, as usual, listless, lonely and awful ... even force myself to sleep at least until 11.30 in the morning makes everything easier, by the thing that gets on fewer hours. My loathing and I went to see the handball afternoon (yeah!'m wrong, right?) Because a normal match, against these of local visitors, not interest me at all but filled two hours of my life. Stay for the night (child of two years through) until three in the morning (yes, the time change). The bad thing is that I hate being passive smoking. Lodi, Lodi, Lodi!!
Today? Well ... madrugoncillo, rowing club and little else. Left after eating, a bit of disgust and anguish, and Fame at 21.30: P. Yes, yes, the trappings of fame are shredded, but entertain me. And believe me, I have little else to do: s
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