It’s just a perfect day
…drink sangria in the park… Again about coffee. I stood there next to the coffee maker for a good couple of moments wondering why it doesn’t spit the water. I knew that would happen, the machine was unplugged. The disadvantages of plugging one’s laptop in the kitchen the previous day!
Yesterday Maisel’s Weisse came to Romania. That was the fun part of the day. The unpronounceable brand is a beer. Apart from that, the day was crappy at work, crippy at home. Had a little conversation with T at midnight. He seems to think were over?
My birthday is approaching. I wonder who, apart from the obvious ones, will remember.
I am depressed and discouraged.
