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-Tue, later this afternoon.
the faint, yellowish headlights emphasize promptly through the dark gray concrete wall, as I have in the car is not mine in the garage around the corner bending.
first parking deck, all filled with screeching tires I pull into the driveway to the next lowest.
the mini is old, the steering vague and imprecise, the circuit is a hake liges agitator and each of the three pedals must be pressed vigorously to stop so that it fulfills its function. , the passenger door does not open and make some one see through the floor into the street.
it is the type of car in which they openly times in a curve of the hand brake can move because they probably will not work anyway and if they do, is fun.
the type of car, where the shock absorbers are so in that it also no difference makes moving towards full throttle on this small dome and risking a sudden, the type of car, find itself at the mere sight of a gravel country road, the heart of the little boy in me a Freudensprung makes.
in the underground car park, there are no hills and dirt roads and so I face the almost cherished small vehicle-spirited and again squeaking, narrowly parking space in a column over safely into the next enter the lift and three floors later, I found myself in the coop.
I designate bierholer am today, because apparently now the only one who is both sober and unemployed.
the mood of a late corresponds afternoon towards the end of the week, there is little going on, mostly people starting in the mid-thirties, the barbecue for stock up on the weekend and have the time, does great in front of the run to do on friday night after work to can.
I fall with my twenty liters of beer that is not on, the sunglasses misleading at the head Legs-up-already mood before and I could drive a car with adilette, I would at least have proven aesthetic consequence.
about to fund a calling: "hey dani, bisch na hey los an end time, take them with no chasch Äch Drue liter milk that would be great ... and ... yes ... yes I saw em waiting, yes and no two dose teppichschuum, wänns'd ... messi gaelle! "
me just at the checkout a lady about forty, a little shabby clothing, dark fingernails, and extremely disheveled, shaggy brown hair with gray streaks in it, pushes the kassierein a melon and lots of sheba cat food out, they do what they are paid and scans without comment.
probably it is also too old for that you would light the same may rise as I did when turning around the lady and I just look in the eyes, I duck me off immediately reflexively to the cat to avoid that I under their I thought long rock bring forth and to see to throw at me.
I put my three liters of milk, the twenty liters of beer and two cans of carpet tape on the foam, and even if the kassierein again remains silent, she shakes her head very slightly and her big eyes make it quite clear: "Boy oh boy ... what is this supposed to be please? " I have a little smile, smile them kind of. pack
I call the things, I see the bearded peers behind me condoms with a bottle of whiskey and a twenty pack come to the fund, and even while I stow it in the uncompromising passenger door in the garage Stir to the shopping, I try my stories imagine that in a day probably in the minds of the staff have to spin together.
after the third attempt the engine finally, it pushes the exhaust from a medium smoke cloud, I will be a small black and I'm glad that I had returned to daylight.
leave with a brief nod, I flip the sunglasses on the face, change the tape and know that my freight is already eagerly anticipated.

Ward's Ap Biology Lab 10

Sunday evening, a more wide awake

wonder who, if my strong primarily by a love-hate embossed ratio has changed to Sunday evening, in some weeks in the past, may rest entirely once again found the answer hope to clear this matter is but a second time disappointed be.
it is not wise to hand from that in this Sunday occupies in the series of evenings a special position, even balmy summer nights and now depends on this time in full at the end of the week a bitter-sweet of melancholy, the mass in the same in the trains full of enjoy, as in the abysmal depths of the condemned is imaginable.
so I'm sitting now since long time with tipping and espresso in the café and grin in my somewhat derogatory way about the young man who can roll past laustark his Porsche convertible out, remember that in a few weeks ago münchen even I with my military velo more impressive had geschindet, then, and it can keep you what you will, it remains a fact, with a porsche is used to attract in this town now really no more tired dog behind his cold out oven.
the only spot it, what am more concerned, and especially before each Sunday night, the squirrels are on the tree in front of my balcony, I have been watching for hours each. or much more, you disappear.
die eichhörnchen sind weg, und ich weiss nicht, wie ich dazu stehen soll. sie werden eine lücke in meinem leben hinterlassen, und ob ich das nun gut oder schlecht finde hängt wohl einzig und alleine davon ab, womit ich diese zu füllen weiss.
bei näherer betrachtung wurmt es mich eigentlich vor allem, dass ich die eichhörnchen nicht eigenhändig von meinem baum verscheucht habe, sondern dass sie eines tages einfach weg waren.
ist es ihnen zu blöd geworden, hat sie der fuchs geholt oder hat gar am ende einer meiner nachbarn mit dem luftgewehr darauf geschossen?
ich drücke meine zigarette aus und finde mich damit ab, dass es nicht weiter sinn macht über diese eichhörnchengeschichte nachzudenken, especially because I have only been a week before that tree lived, and the opportunity to have it till it sunk even before my time at all never even squirrels, certainly must be taken into consideration.
it is now close to nine, the minute invite soon makes close, and I have the sonnntagabend with a through ball on the way; today, the Skore in the past to improve his favor, I have to watch now ruefully, as he conditions powerfully past goalkeeper shoots on the latte and so are the draw leaves.
maybe next week.

Claim Zero Withholding At The Higher

wednesday night, just before one.
I am fit and wide awake by something that I myself actually can not even imagine ever being able to sleep again, let alone how it is at all to sleep. the latter also not a simple idea, if you're really tired.
TEMPiS.
I'm awake bubble, interest rates, pointing a fly metpaher follows another metaphor, and I wish I could write it all and send it to last week than I would have been sorely needed.
I am fit and productive, and so well that in itself is also the moment it seems to me rather inconvenient, because tomorrow I gilts in the crack of dawn springs from the hunt and if I do not like to sleep, put then tomorrow's day out gauntlet and sweat are the only thing that keeps me awake.
it but does not look as if I could sleep quickly disappears.
in such admittedly, something you really silly situation can only sink into abysmal and almost irretrievably in the warm, musty swamp of self-pity or you can you meet with utter indifference.
need of course I would not hesitate to decide to me for the first variant, naked as I have moved apart at that time two tectonic plates and thus the light could see the world, I sit down desk in him pull out the pencil and start, the picture of misery to draw, I'll make tomorrow no doubt.
the head alone is as big as the whole body and two times as hard, never will be this thin neck could only begin in a position to raise this sorted out.
including a delicate, wobbly body, skin encompassed by a green-gray, slightly wrinkled, which together with the red beard gives a contrast, even hurts in the eye if you're not looking.
the limbs are extremely crooked and much too weak to the hands and feet, big as soup plates, the nails are nailed with big move on the bed can be. you could rip my excellent play xylophone, musical, at least with sufficient talent.
and finally a sack between my legs, the two bowling balls have a weight add that I lie even in fear, have never in my life into balance to find because he would start to oscillate first.
I hang the picture beside the bed to the wall and I'm excited like a child on vorheiligabend if my prophecy would arrive early for tomorrow.
now I can not sleep ever.