finish reading the last page of this bloody and badly edited the local newspaper and I enter a uncontrollable desire to scream. I'm under too much pressure and two days ago, at 2.15 of the morning, I quit. I read the weather section, the chemists, the cultural agenda and my stomach churn as the day I had to say a few words. The back cover is the announcement of a furniture shop bathroom with a pixilated picture that wants to be all bathrooms built after '99: Wall tile-lined swimming pool, furniture wenge color and a frameless mirror. I drank too much coffee and I'm hysterical and dizzy. If I silent, I can tell as the Atkins diet is causing the blockage in my veins hamper proper somatic movement. Every day I'm more pale'm kind of X-ray plate, a picture that you applied the effect invert colors. " Since last September I have only wanted to finish the job quickly, get home and watch the HBO series I'm dying for a plate of "The Wire." Problems, you say? "Problem is the restriction of 70 minutes to which I have submitted Megavideo. The family well, thanks .
PS: The other day I put the TV on normal, and I see that Big Brother has a competitor dwarf. Well, I think they like being called little people, but it is a dwarf. Uff.
