Just to keep you informed, apart from the alarm at 4:30, I then took my mulata with the obligatory search for the mask. I didn't remember that they'd search you like that, and yet it was clear that it was my flesh. "I feel like I know this name, should I know it? What do you want to reply to him? I'm losing my patience, and screw everyone..." I'm getting pissed off, but obviously, you just checked the radio. Well, 100 CHF and Mendrisio Morbio, equivalent to 7 kilometers on foot. And other things, but I don't want to bore you; I'm exhausted. The cat, someone COME AND SAVE HER BECAUSE SHE SMELLS BAD BUT A LOT PFFF

Anyway, Prozac works maybe a bit too well, damn it