This is called: Maria Dorval to tyrneta :))).

20.12.2010 04:12:03
That is, damn it, is just sick, how soon realize that you quite simply it is vitally important right now, and this second walk, get out, going to fly to work, sing, cook porridge, drink, fun drinks, buy dishes, scrubbing the kitchen stove - in generally do all the things that you, wallowing in the semi-delirium at a temperature of 38.7, well in any way physically can not do! But prispichivaet immediately then!
And I could barely walk - but what's there! - "Barely lie!" (U, Rolly) and I think that, dear, kind God holy, there is much you can just manage to alter, if not hurt me right now! Particularly sorry that the weather is good is lost. According to this weather, even just to walk into the shop - separate the joy:)))
And even on socially useful things can be scored (although they too prispichivayut), TC, they do not involve the weather. A walk here is like death! UNREAL! :)))
And can only lie, sigh and look at the ing April sky in his bezzanavesochnoe window on the top floor of a nine-to the south of Moscow. (Or, in the southeast? .. Well, not the essence) :))).