15/8/2012 Wednesday in 2012

  • Feb. 2, 2014, 9:35 a.m.
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God, I’m now freaking sick of them. I’m not playing cards with them ever again. I continued reading Down and Out in Paris and London. At this rate I’ll finish it on Saturday. Today they went fishing and left me alone for three hours. They didn’t catch sh*t and I’m glad about it. So nothing was done today. Supposedly tomorrow they will begin work on the windows. Today towards the evening the weather began improving though it was still cloudy. So it will probably be okay tomorrow but I hope it isn’t. I hope it will be cold and rainy until the day we are leaving this place for good and I am never, NEVER, coming here again because all they ever do is annoy and torture me. Like there even was a point in me coming here, of use to effing nobody.


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