Spontaneous ideas are always the best. All the time I had would enjoy blogging , but did not know what I could write there. Why do not I describe my day in the following ways?
The sky looks like a painting. I wake up in age to a great on a sofa, but nicely furnished living room. My head throbbed a little bit. I k omme completely under the rug out and look in my pants, lying on the floor between the coffee table and sofa, my cell phone to find the time. 9:26 shows on my cell. Crap. Even so early. No matter. I'm out, get my clothes together, get dressed and go to the kitchen. Although many visitors yesterday was there and the rather long night, my grandma has not cleaned up everything. But the air is stuffy, so open I the window, then I look out the window and before me the beautiful Sauerland is with mountains of trees under a wonderful uniform sky. From the corner of the kitchen hole I me a glass of water and my contact lenses. Then I sit down at my regular seat at the head of the table by the window and put my utensils ready. The contact lenses are used and I start to write. Meanwhile, I think that if there is a are things that I can, it is the removal of contact lenses in the state of intoxication. When writing down the first intention of the day, I notice that it would be quite nice to smoke. I turn, because on the windowsill behind me is the Stopfzeug . I take some tobacco out of Pall Mall Stopftabakdose for € 5.95 and press it carefully into the stuffing . From the adjacent big-box sleeves Giza is the dress for my first cigarette of the day. Even when I had entered the kitchen, I had searched all cigarette after cigarette, d och all have already become smoke yesterday. I generally have this habit. Whenever I sleep somewhere else, and I wake up earlier than the others, I scan everything after the first cigarette of the day, even if the something very rude. 
While I was making up the cigarette, I notice that I have tobacco in your hand and remove it. I take a sip of water and then continue to write.
I hear from the cellar for my uncle typical cough, shortly thereafter, opened the cellar door and my uncle does. I toss him a nice view, but then write, as he was not there. He walks through the room and grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator. We have a brief loaded ngloses call (Me: "Why do you bist'n already awake?" He: "Why are you awake now" Me: "I am awake and could not penn '"He:" Oh, are you a ... [ mumble ]) and he goes down again. When he is in the basement, I hear again the typical for him cough.
an eyelash on the sheet. I pick up with the middle finger and blow them away, while I want something. I lean back and decide the text later on the laptop to continue writing. My MP 3 - Player Nova International sends me his ear. Unbelievable how far the technology has become ...
now back on laptop (;)) I report on. Throughout the sunny day I walk with porn glasses, shirtless and wet hair and wet swimming trunks on the terrace and do nonsense (sister gets "accidentally" suntan lotion on the tights because Said for me so was not visible, etc.). This must indeed be times, even the way I fit on Cousin and cousin to do the same thing as me, namely, only nonsense, I have to constantly remind them and get back because they always go to where they do not hindürfen. Towards evening again grilled. The sun slowly disappears and the shower sends only cold water, and the sun to dry my head is missing. Nevertheless, the temperature just right. Beer will be served. Also this evening is long, but this time without me, I go to bed at 0Uhr .
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