No I did not explain exactly why my blog continues to set different dates when I publish an article, I actually mean to malign the air "on Monday is ravioli "when the blog shows that the article was published on Sunday (but I promise I'm not writing my articles in advance - not enough vision in the future to do so). Anyway.
Yesterday, I went to visit an industrial site all day rose at 5am for a train at 6am (we must make the trip to the corner lost), I spent the day discussing project and tour facilities - all rather interesting. I came home exhausted at 21h and I made the wise decision not to see The Boy tonight, just to spend a night restorative sleep.
was not counting my cronies.
I live one story shared by 24 people, with a certain identity, a culture of celebration, what a bunch of friends! Tonight, they decided to drink, invited me (normal!). I thought it was just like that, because right now we have all required courses in the morning (which you must point and that's great too). Actually no. It is 1:34 ET despite my earplugs (necessary when you live on campus) it woke me up with their music and their cries. I am extremely upset, while I love them, and I know that if I wanted to join their welcoming me with open arms. But how to join a Band students already drunk, in the midst of a raging party, while you're in your pajamas ready to tuck you a plate of chocolate just to avoid going to yell at them? Nice exercise for my patience. Want to go tell them to burn in hell and they tear their vocal cords (I do not understand the propensity of boys to scream - fashionable 300). And finally, I find myself on my blog and do nothing just because, it would be pointless. We must be lucid, and take his misfortune patiently.
pity that the boy was already asleep, I would have moved for the night.
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