But we are still laughing and joking, on its last legs. I knew when the boss is coming to me asking, "What did you do in these three months yanow?" Why should write, not write up the final report on my internship. After minutes of silence, when I thought café ... email ... coffee ... blog ... a bit 'Messenger ... coffee ... wash my face in the toilet ... Reese's peanut butter pie ... coffee ... and so on, to me is reminded of the famous report (available upon request, in. doc). And gradually, all the rest. 
Anyway. Last night, at the invitation of Judy and Mary the Baby Shakes, I went to see Nikki Sudden at Fat Baby. In theory I should go there to see the Electric Shadows, Friends of the Babys, but had just finished ... You drink a few drinks, no shit it too stonatissimo but - hey - cool! Nikki Sudden. The singer of the Electric Shadows is very nice and explained to me that you call Murrat, such as "Italian cigarettes But without the I". Judy of the Baby Shakes, after several shots of tequila, is in poor condition and wanders into the room tripping over every obstacle imaginable and find new ones when there are none. 
But anyway. Meanwhile, at home, Connie, the tragedy. The nearby ricchione, disturbed, no one knows because proper noises coming from our apartment (the source of the noise is unpleasant because of allegations), called the police saying that a woman had fainted in the house next to hers. An ambulance arrived and 5 (... 5!) Police officers summoned to Connie to open the door, or would have broken. Connie, who cacava in hand, had the bright idea to tell police that her husband (ie, me) was going to go home ... Eventually, the cops are gone, after a brilliant "whether it is safe not to be passed out." This morning the slimming Connie was shaking and mumbling to leave for a while '... It is the day I pray that this will happen. And what really makes me turn the balls is that last night I lost a button of his jacket.
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