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Fever

you say, why post so late at night? Simple: I have a fever of over 39 (39.2 to be exact) and since I want to avoid thermal shock me take strange (my mother wanted me to pieces with alcohol and my research, as well as common sense, hano I understand that I do not have) or I would die of hyperthermia (but do not worry, before I die I call a doctor!) I decided to look on the internet how to behave, specifically: beneath the duvet and warm I am quite well, indeed I feel a "general feeling of warmth") and if I discover I've got chilly, but sitting here, for example mica de ce n'ho so chilly. The response that I have drawn (from the port of medicine crossed with wikipedia) is that if mo 'I'm fine I found it better than I am to concallà (which was my fear), but I stabilized at a threshold. Do not you think it is a naive, tho de potemme care alone, however, to avoid calling the doctor on duty for 39 (if I arrive at 40 instead of name) I thought to myself a culture. Now, if I remember correctly, I should be a phase (the second type, but I can not remember the name, the brain acting nasty me) which provides that satabilizzato me know, so I do not have to over-covered (see duvet and concallare ). So, in summary: mo me refer back to bed with a lighter piumoncino de what I've got (sigh!! Is so soft and warm!) And put me in a cool place. Fever is physiological and not have to necessarily lower mica. That said, I greet you, promising at the earliest on the third chapter, "A simple love story" tomorrow on the other hand, fever or not, if my brain works, and especially the view (my eyes are on fire!) I'm going to writes.
not reread the post, not me wrong. So he had written in a romanaccio horrible, and I regret it. They're calling the "hot" to go to sleep. Warm night.

Holloween Costumes With Crutches

Happy Birthday, Paris and other levels

My journal is going to take a year. Best wishes and thanks. If I look back I realize how much has been heavy this year. E 'is full of decisions, important events, turning points. Yes, I would call the year turns. Performed personal activities that relate to the affective sphere and the sphere of personnel, carried out the idea that concern and consideration that I have of myself and of life, carried about the world "working." Carried out. Satisfaction

there have been many, and some disappointment was not missing, but the budget year is equal. E 'was only pregnant a year, rich. I do not know what I will reserve the coming year. Given the things that have happened in this, I can only hope that a year I find myself still here, in front of my Mac (of course he can not leave me!) to tell me that another year has slipped on me. I hope it will be a sad year marked by grief, difficulties, pain, mine and those I love. I hope I will wait for a busy year, I see even more involved in my life, more assertive about my future. Of course I hope you have all those I love in the year to come, especially Vale.

Meanwhile, time passes, it seems that when upgrading from Reading yesterday, promising to tell all of that experience was fantastic that my summer job on the island of the Queen, and instead it was July, and we are in October, and the My examination of structural chemistry diffractometric is not finished yet, and I have not yet recovered to post Ace of Cups. On the other hand I can now claim the title of writer is a lucitadina * EGO * definitely next year because my story will be in all libraries, of course ... no one will ever know which is mine, having used a pseudonym, but who cares cares: I did not miss the glory and won I've got nothing (yes, a casino, too complex to explain) and above I saved my father a heart attack!

Trivia: I wonder if next year my novel will have seen a final draft ... mah! I honestly doubt it, because the writing is procrastinating for about four years and while the plot has reached gargantuan ... we'll see.

Other things I feel I have to say I started the ACR (as a soul what you think ...) and I now repeat to mo 'mantra of the evening "who made me do?" ...

Paris sucks. The French must have put the rumor that she is beautiful and romantic but it is a real bitch!

First: Paris stinks. It 's like walking into a large cabinet in the open and if the wind gets up it's the end.

Second: there is nothing that can be compared to what we have in Italy. Ok, someone will say, but vah! Yes, I realize, but I had to see with my own eyes. At least if I go to England, in London, despite being burned several times, I can still see something beautiful that has a "certain age". The Church of the Sacred Heart dates from the early twentieth century (such as the Basilica di Santa Maria Immacolata and St. John Berchmans where I'm going to get married, only one is in San Lorenzo and no one is rightly to visit because there is no reason ... and I assure you that at least the inside is beautiful as stands on Montmartre).

Notre Dame is not bad, I admit it, even if inside I expected much better.

The Louvres is testimony to the fact that the French people do not have anything in practice is all stuff that have both stolen. Childish I wanted the outbreak of a war where we are on opposite sides with France and even militarily powerful. We recover what is ours (Clara Bruni Bellucci and if they can take, though) and then signed an armistice. They kneel, kiss the feet we recognize our superiority and they are rotting in their open-air latrine is useless ... I look at it, go back I wrote: childish! It means that I already know from me that is pure utopia, but at least let me wish ...

Versailles is really beautiful, too bad that the French mind is not fully exploiting their assets and then the roof of the palace of gold is covered with lard ... that filthy stink ...

The meters, most of the city, but at least go everywhere, even where you do not want to go.

In Rome, unfortunately, we're not that far. But I assure you that our meters as compared to their so clean: Rebibbia reigns!

L'Orangerie m'è own pleasure, because I love the Impressionists and could not wait to de Vedella, was also free, we say that some punticino sti French have won.

the Eiffel Tower there were mice. "How nice" people said, "But this sucks!" I thought. Obviously, this has unraveled a world of my obtuse thought patterns here because they are so many cartoons with cute French rat! (See Ratatouille)

Orly international airport, that's incredible, there were rats! I mean, I do not know if I give: INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT --- A --- --- ORLY mica pizza and figs, not the Burkina Faso or the airport in the state of Paramaribo Suriname: PARIS! And the friendly rodent walked happily dining area, looking, poor things, for something to eat that is under the tables of this air. In all this, even walking up and down and around the luggage of passengers waiting in that area. Luckily, France is the European Union, the rats of uncivilized countries of the Third World are a truly barbaric. At least those that have both the status of European citizens, not immigrants know.

course this has caused the loss of the points earned in France.

way, but where's the romance? I have not really found, but the City of Lights: Trastevere life!

However, London is a fantastic (and I thought I did suck) and I discovered England also to worship (in addition to the misty Ireland and Scotland plurivisitata) ... Wales, wait for me! However

of London will speak elsewhere (but I will never ???). I leave you for now, with a maximum of life learned st'estate:

London rocks

Paris sucks

Rome reigns!

PS Speaking of short stories, I have to update the second chapter of what the public about this journal, I know. Maybe I do it Tuesday, so it is ready for a century!

PPS If you do not know where the state of Suriname and its capital is Paramaribo you are really ignorant!

* walks away pretending to have always known despite having just found out about Wikipedia *