I woke up after something like eleven hours of sleep, dry and heavy. I, last night I foreshadow the sleepless night, after having slept all day. Segnarsela stuff in the annals. And I feel better. That is, I must move with the same caution with which a neophyte is around sailing and the sea under seven. But I feel better. And since the only thing my stomach is tolerating the-tea-tea tantotantotantotantotanto tantotantotanto sugar and lemon (a wreck in practice), I drink my sidelloni of clear fluid, not caring of diabetes and the like. And now I count the benefits. In office less than they did to me. That is, they tried to call me on home phone, but after having heard muttering incoherent things, they must have realized that no, it was not just an illness but I was really undisturbed. The older children, the immune from the epidemic, she did spending the week. It was strictly adhered to the list, avoiding the temptations in which I sometimes indulge. I skipped the film club. The very week that the programming was another world. How to escape without even Muccino excuses. And to say that I was convinced that touched on Tamara Drewe.
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