A few days ago I read on annafdd's Live Journal that it was snowing in London. I just smiled and thought: 'England...'.
Today I got up and... SHIT! There were just these ENORMOUS flakes making fun of me. I have postponed the laundry once again yesterday, and today... (yes, I still have to do the laundry at a launderette, because... well, it's a long story, maybe one day I'll tell you).
SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!!!!

I think I just didn't choose the good city to live: this year we were reached by the Siberian cold from the East, now this fucking thing from the West... I definitely must emigrate. I don't know where, just somewhere where at least it's cold only once in a year!

What is most irritating is the fact that when I was doing night shifts, during the day there was this absolutely dazzling sun that didn't let me sleep.

And now that stupid fucking thing I hanged in the bathroom to put things inside (I know, I have no imagination for words today) has just fallen to the floor.

I don't understand. What's wrong? So far 2006 was going just fine. What have I done to deserve all this?

Well, at least now I'm fully awake. I feel I'll be very productive today. I've already started by waking up two hours later than planned, and instead of doing my daily physical exercise, I just turned on the laptop and started swearing on LJ.

Yes, it's going to be a very, very productive day.