November Trama

I have 7 minutes to pass this day Despite the low dose of olanzapine, I slept late, until 11am. I only ran one lick with lacim, I was still thinking about not receiving a text message. Then the exercises and I stopped them. I'm just sorry, my head exploded. After a long conversation with the ester I finally took a risk and took the tram. A little earlier, I canceled my meeting with Pauline due to the trip with my dad, and I recorded my mother's texts. He was also looking at them on the computer. I went to sleep after taking a tablet that was agitated and dissolved in water. I was a little scared, but I noticed that the mental pain was gone. There was no such depression of breathing as last time. I told my dad we could go to the new market The state I was in was sadness, I wanted to cry. Oddly, the ester found it an anomaly. However, it felt good about it. In the new market, I made shoes for the Poet, I managed to play a bit of venom. Fantastic peace, I wonder what will happen when you take olanzapine completely. Na moodo I uninstalled the anti-vir that blocked optim. A worker boy came and tried to discuss computers. On the way back, I talked to my dad about my views on life, so that I could speak well of people. We also talked about social housing. The state of this sadness remained calm for a long time. All day I listened to the downloaded band Red. I looked through the overdue mail and talked a bit with ester and poet. I sent him pictures, but he didn't get my affairs settled. PS so the modification date will go on the next day, but I had to add something P.S2 I also found out that my grandmother from the moraine now lives with us When we returned from the new market, we drove to the stescal. Dad was supposed to do shopping, he wrote a text message for a long time. He gave me a hamburger. in the meantime he went somewhere across the bridge and he must have returned a roundabout way. What is hiding from me, maybe hire a private detective? But I don't want to do it, I know he knows what he's doing. When he went to the store, I went to the pharmacy. I was arguing with a young apothecary who might be my buddy. We talked about my stuffy nose and the medications I was taking. He was surprised that so many things didn't work for me.