can't really remember the face of the killer, in fact i don't remember anything in particular
except i was wearing white shirt with a little rainbow on the edge.
i've been shot and there were no traces of blood, not even single spot.
as far as i know, that's good.
somebody told me once that dreaming of your own blood means that something
bad is going to happen in real life, not that i believe in that story.
anyhow, i tried to get out of bed three times today, failed two times, third one
was a big disappointment for me because i HAD TO GO to bathroom.
i never understood that need.
it's boring, annoying and a waste of time.
it's raining again.
if this rain continues to fall just one more day
somebody will break a leg here.
seriously.
tune of the day:
funki porcini - sleepy.
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