Zdraviya jelayu.
Kompik moy buzit, pishu so shkolnogo, russkoy klaviaturi net, ele-ele syuda vibralas...
Novosti moi zaklyuchayutsya v nachale uchebi ( i polucheniya straaaaasnhnogo raspisaniya), v polnoy apatii, koshmarnoy migreni i bessonnice.
Da, otsutstvie polovoy jizni pagubno vliyaet na samochustvie...
A tak - vse nichego. Utrom segodnya bilo prohladno, znachit, skoro osen. Dolgie svejie dojdi, smeliy veter pryamo v lico, vechera pod odeyalom, s chashkoy chayu i svechkami vokrug.
Eshe v chetverg vernetsya odin chelovek, i togda voobshe mono budet jit.
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Nadeyus skoro poyavitsya opyat. Ne zabivayte. Pishite.
Nina.