Each time when I must go to the work I says to myself that I would like to be a little bit sick to just only to lay in my bed and to read books.
I'm sick for three days now and all my books are still on a bookcase because for all the three days I'm sitting in the bed with my notebook and I'm not able to stop writing, reading, and playing the very stupid game above all.

I really purposed to not switch on the notebook today BUT a paper TV program is lost. Humph. I didn't find any interesting show on online TV program anyway

So, I'm going to read now. There is some Hemingway's book in my bed table. I don't like the book a lot. Nevertheless I'm almost in the middle of he book, so I can try to finished it.

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