Come In Hell
I sit here I am and beautiful nails red lacquer, because tomorrow will wear a black dress! Wonderful female logic, which allows me to obstragirovatsya of snowball called "Problems." Meanwhile, the snow continues to go. And I wonder, when will it all end? That's when I'm finally able to organize all that read into the whole essay, rather than the chaos of thoughts and scattered papers? How do I learn 10 centuries of history and actually when I start to teach them, because the offset is around the corner? When I force learn a certain limit and the entire matrix theory? Speed prilepaniya snow to my someone good as actually glow in front of the student's record week!
I am concerned my thoughts, which are now occupied by others, I can not skontsenrirovatsya! Now I'm typing in LJ and I try not to hit nails varnished, this is funny, though I would now think of the nails, and not about another of my sympathy, which last month found a place in three different forms!
Generally what sympathy I think this is by no means something serious. So I prefer to put all this at the time of the head, after all the player himself creates the rules of the game, and this is no time for adventure. Must be stable, still testing the brain soon. And here I am wondering the most important question: Can I be stable?
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