I slept 9 hours. It was the eighth grade that I did not sleep that much. I hate
September, the fall, the cold returns, the diseases which are incumbent on insecurity, the wait. I hate sleeping too much. I
perpetual anxiety. It all seems wrong, even that which was previously entitled. What's happening? However
. Thursday
Alice goes in first grade. And if I do not know mica (I, ahaha) I'm ready. That will continue to lose teeth, which will be learned to ride a bike without wheels, you already see it with the blue apron with white contornino I got the lump in my throat, I will not change them know mica manage as if nothing had but boh, I anguish. Eva
instead follows the sad fate of his mother is on a waiting list and wait and hope [the contrary, I'll hope, which are coached]. And here another that anguish.
Why then I think "... and if you do not enter it, and if the fateful place does not materialize? If no child vaporizes and leaves the empty seat? Being with chicory-the-mother? Holy Jesus. Oh no, I am unemployed, the limit will stay with me. Of course I am unemployed, that anxiety. What then at home I'm also good, but if I'm home I recognized my status, ecchediamine. My, but how is it that this child is in the list of ' Pending? Is it possible that they are all smart men that signed? But there will be a course where you teach cunning, fox and bread for breakfast? But how is it that they are unemployed? "
Here, among other things I would change the work that I did not. Too bad the little details that to start any project a money they should already have.
No no, I am not in mood.
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