My morning began at 3 p.m. Evgen wrote a message: "give me back my book. at what time can I come?". Hahaha. Sounds like "Give me back my toys! I won't play with you anymore!". Fuck off! Who cares?

he: I reserved a place in that brewery. Today is Russia-Germany footbal match, but my girlfriend broke her leg... let's go there together?

me: WTF????

I even couldn't find normal biting words to answer. Just smiled and said: "Of course.. no". I'm not an "emergency exit".

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I tried to invent a new meal. I called my mom and asked some details. She thinks that finally I'm trying to cook something more complicated than eggs and noodles, I'm thinking: "Fuck, I'm just so hungry! What can I do with all this foodstuff I have? Hmm.."

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I'm drinking green tea with lemon cup by cup, reading Beigbeder, smoking and thinking: "wt hell am I doing here? I could buy a ticket and go home for a weekend".

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That warm after yesterday message is still inside of me. Somewhere in the middle, not far from heart. Wish I was there...

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1.07 a.m. here. Ira's birthday.

Happy birthday, my dear:)