czwartek, 5 sierpnia 2010
Lost wallet
Yesterday was again written with a delay
In the morning I didn't want to get up in bed, I had a dream about Dorothy who was in her mother's womb waiting for a difficult operation. I was very worried about her
The day before I heard from Ark about baking powder as a steroid and he asked me for guitar strings for my birthday. I agreed
We met the guy with dvd and tv in the stairwell. He was looking for room 27. I watched the detectives as always - a gang of hooligans killed one of their members, cabaret, bad - a specimen of health. In detectives, the guy hired them to find love because they didn't want to give him the address - he broke into their office
I was looking for information on the Internet - how to practice thoracic and vocal resonators, but I searched briefly and did not find any information. Got an email from michal about the immortals
Mr. Staszek came, they were doing the kitchen at home
And the most important event of the day. I went to wick for cd's. He was a very hunched over guy. He lost his wallet and handed it to him when he was gone. I feel sorry for him, it was his terrible disability ... He checked with suspicion if there was all the money
I also practiced a bit of my voice
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