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A day written on time with Aunt Iwona. In the morning there was no water and electricity, I decided to go early to get books at the university and give gifts. Start with the bus: First, the older guy asked to step down. I gave up on him, explaining unnecessarily. I wonder why people choose me from all over the bus. Then I was begged by a very young girl, some 20 years. I said that I can't have a laptop, and she with the text: but you are insidious, your mother has not brought you up. I boiled and pissed myself up as hell with no reply. Then I thought what I could answer and made up a few retorts. At the very least, he will write them down to be immunized for the future: - And what are you, Old Man, do you have to sit down? - You had to come earlier and take your place - And your mother was probably a whore, you can see what a mother, such a daughter - And you must have been raised by the cows (better answer with whores) - There's an empty seat over there. (insists it won't fit). I could insist that it can easily fit in, or you will not fit here any more, there is more room there. And for the third time another woman came, even though there was an empty seat there. She told me to show my ticket, I could have said: and who is the conductor? She asked if she had the right way now. I could have replied rudely: "YES" or you had to come earlier and take a seat. If you were nicer, I would give up a place, let you look for some sucker in the bus, who will give way to a mean old board (Kurcze - great retort). Eh, I even feel better to write this. I got off in the Grunwald district and took the presents home. I felt terrible. Then at the university, unfortunately they could not lend me a book. I returned home, before that there was a terrible tightness in the bus. What a woman complains that she must have sex. But I felt like telling her: if you don't want sex, let her go on foot to work. I bought thiocodin and melis at the pharmacy. After thiocodina I felt great and had a great conversation with my uncle and aunt. Talking to them made me forget about the whole incident and I calmed down. I showed them the gifts. But my stomach hurt a lot. On the other hand, my heart is racing again when I started writing about it, but it's better to be prepared for the future. I was also weakened by the fact that this blonde and other people chewed on me in this event. I even think that thiocodin is probably even better than Tramal. It's just that feeling. I should be studying for Analysis today, but I had a great idea. Tomorrow the second group starts the Analysis earlier, and we have algebra at that time. I think I'll just start Analyzing with them :) It's called creative thinking: D