Well, I can’t complain all the time and I don’t intend to because it gets quite depressing, reading it after a while.
I was in the cinema. And I liked it. Well, I liked it, when I was in there an the lights went out, so nobody could see me but nevertheless it was fun and the way there and back was worth it.
It was worth it anyway, because I did it.
It might even be training, for phoning the statistic office on monday to get my stupid polling card, they screwed up to send me…
