BoCiPrzypierdole

4 Maja - BoCiPrzypierdole I had 2 dreams today 1) I spoke to my grandfather about his dry eyes 2) I kissed a pretty girl with glasses. She kissed great. A bit similar to Ola Paternogi. I also had some strange ticket to some place that I gave her. She was a cashier. The ticket was in the form of an MP3 player and a memory card And anyway, today I'm deviating from my routine. He gives up training in favor of: writing a program. In addition, I am concerned about a decrease in body weight. After the morning weighing, it weighs less than 69 kg. 6 holes in the belt is not enough :) Although if the other dimensions would be kept normal or even increased, I would not email anything against :) About 11:00 I gave up writing the program. It was cold, in addition, WB did not translate Java Script code After 11 I was also home alone. Dawid went to work, and I stayed home alone. I watched TV, which I rarely do: - The first program stuck in my memory when my wife cheated on her husband with her boss so that he would not lose his job - the other was a bit more like a certain possessive father, a military hand, treated his children. I couldn't look at it. Poor girl - the third is a Tuesday, when a little boy had no care, because his mother always went out somewhere. The boy was drinking coca cola for breakfast, he didn't know what butter was. Just after 2 p.m., the expectant mother. There is a quarrel again, maybe it's my fault and nothing is done at home - mother started to crack everything, I decided to wait a moment until she was finished and I returned to the room closing the door the mother came in and started screaming. I explained to her and closed the door to wait until he was done cracking everything. She said that nothing cracked, that only her keys fell off by accident. I replied that by chance her whole life all flew out of her hand. Some kind of exchange of sentences and I said: I can't stand it in a moment and I will give you a hard time! I looked at her with a look, almost voodo, I wish I was looking in one of her eyes, but in both of them. She will send me to prison and burn in hell. - Somewhere here again I felt sorry for myself and did not come up with any strong sharp retort. It's a pity it wasn't like a few days ago when I took the tram, but it wasn't too bad. At least I said something. I reacted to the strong stress with vibrations of the chest. I'm going to clean up. Normally I would have left the house, but ... I have to today. Today I have to write a program for Jarek. When I write this program for him .... End! Wait until June for Donata to help arrange a social flat for me and move out of the house! I hope and help me. I'm fucking fed up with this house. I'm fucking sick! Statham: organization, order, great manipulation, if you kill me you go sit. These are the short conclusions I wrote down today after seeing the transporter. I was most interested in this form of manipulation: if you kill me, you won't get anywhere, you don't know the number of the ignition key. Epic! In the evening I was able to discover what was wrong with TWebBrowser and HTML code;) I interpret the debugger differently and it is displayed differently. I managed to fix it. Jupi: D But the most important event in the evening, related to the quarrel with my mother in the afternoon. Some time ago I took out the Affirmation card. There were type-affirmations - Glod regenerates my body - Anger and hatred are in me ... - I don't let this whore feed me like pigs (that's what struck my mother the most) .... // I think, god, that there would be no affirmation about drugs ... Fortunately, it was not :) Somehow I survived this conversation, although under a lot of stress I survived it :) And here I thought: I need to be more secure in the future! necessarily. Because what if the next thing to be discovered is that I'm not taking medication? I'll be turned into a plant again! Because of this motherfucker and these psychotropics, I lost the most beautiful years of my life, I don't want the situation to repeat itself again. I already had thoughts like: - Write in the old code R. - Take a supply of NAC to neutralize drug effects - Read about something that neutralizes drugs (lemon for sure) - Tell Bargiel I'm not taking medication - Change doctor to dr. Prochyr now officially. They are on my side. I'm fucking scared. Just in case, I chose the lesser evil today. I took the pill. Then I drank some lemon juice, but the ground I chose was the lesser evil. The situation was too serious, unfortunately I couldn't risk it. French proverb says: never believe a cook!