I feel as a player injured. Except that the injured player stops playing and I can not. On second thought, I do not feel like a footballer.
two nights ago I woke up with an annoying pain in the throat. And last night did not help that happen in my garage until two in the morning, eating an ice drinks nearby. Matches
that tomorrow starts the week half of my working hours will be training, it cool, and me with sore larynx.
But tomorrow for the doctor of the agency and give me, I get, I inject, I brush or whatever it is required to remove this nuisance and to work.
"If you throat hurt so bad, you should not exposing the cold and the beer. "Why not?" I say.
not pre-birthday every day. Well, yes. But not as much meat (enough for all my fat we disguise of Lady Gaga) roast , so much beer and so many friends together.
Within a few hours I'll have 35, do not know about you but I is a number that I love. And as I have low expectations and not much of a future plan, will not suffer crisis of the type "I'm going for 40 and what am I doing with my life."
Well ... get ready for Tuesday megafestejo for the gifts ... and remember what my midwife says: if you do not eat, crashes, smeared or driving, is not present. Already
distracted a lot, if I just came here to leave a song that we like very much to William, Harry and me. Divine
beginning of the week. Upcoming changes in my life let me write more often.
Amen.
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