Shambhala

February 10 - Shambhala Sleep: a bleeding lump in the foot. Yesterday was written with a delay, so I will shorten it as much as possible. I entered the Shambhala Meditation Center. I remember talking to a girl when I was leaving about my health. Generally, I was taciturn in company. In the evening, Gracjana wrote to me, today I wrote her something back. I ate sweets like a pig. I even thought about the tram, but today I have a clean-up ... FUCK, What to do? Fuck Wam In Dupe Aniolki !!!