When Greta works then I want to stay late up. As if cat would be out of the house and mice (me and Wilma) would want to party, as the old saying goes.
This is great temptation. Because usually I start watching TV or reading some books. Having snacks and just wondering around. Yes, its cool...
...but next day would be disaster. I would be living corpse. And I have too many responsibilities to be a corpse.
Actually, I wanted to tell also that I feel little bad. I have lost Gretas work-keys and she has had some problems already with that. It just makes me feel that I am retarded and I need to punish myself harder next time.
What a Gospel (joy-message) is that?
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