Somehow I just knew that this day wasn´t worth waking up to. In the
early morning my training bag decided to spread its contents all over the train
station. A lot of help was given by the
great number of people ignoring my presence by walking over my things. Then
again in the train an over weighted woman choose to sit on me, not beside me.
At school lunch “moussaka” was
served with both darker and lighter shades of staff member´s hair. Feeling like
an idiot I continued walking around with my training bag, which is by no lies
told a size of an elephant; obliviously I bumped into every third pillar and person.
Before my workout I went to a library, bringing
with me huge amount of food. Apparently the smart people didn´t appreciate my way
of trying to peel mandarins. Strange, I always thought only liquid coming out
lemon, made people moody. Other catastrophic
details from this day are better to be untold so that you avoid mental craziness
and I again avoid paying for your therapy session. One good thing though happened; a homeless guy
played on his guitar which made my day. His
positive attitude got me thinking that I really should work on my own attitude.
Yours….
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