I woke up this morning a bit earlier than usual. The phone next to my bed rang at 6.am. My mom send me a text : “Have a good day, Lyvy”. I woke up, sat in my bed and said to myself “This is the best day of my life, mom”. I put a sweatpants and a t-shirt. I left my room on tip-toe as not to wake the others. Everything is different, here, and I love it!
It is a great pleasure to be here. Everyone was very helpful and kind. I come in the kitchen and make myself some coffee. The coffee-maker doesn’t work. I try. I don’t understand. Yesterday it worked well. When I look at it, I tell myself that it isn’t possible. I try again. Biip… That’s doesn’t work.
Shit! What’s your problem?
In my frustration I click on a button. Quickly. I sigh. The day started out normal enough. I sigh again :
Jesus !! I’m suffering so much! I need coffee!! Pleeeasseee! Меня это заебало! (*)
That's what keeps one reading and thinking. Why ? Why now ? Why me ? I’m whining. I turn to the fridge and i take milk and the plate, a large plate, and put it beside me on a table. There are some biscuit. I grumble and taking a salt cake.
(*) What a pain in the arse!