Rage

Today has been, frankly, a shitty day. It all started with a very efficient studying five hours, the end of which returned the last of kandiopintoihin work. Homma has actually been in arrears for a year, but really already from the second year of studies. I went for lunch, gym and sauna, I came home and Rage-Raija got loose again. The Mailbox waited just poo, and the clock was suitably four and not any longer able to make a call. Aside from the Social Insurance Institution, there was a telephone least up to six. MTT was posted on the decline of the B's opinion, which I still have not received. Then I became angry and depressed when I realized maybe split the postman at one of its neighbor's box. Then you have to change the name and change at least, if that is the case. I do not yes would read anyone else's letters, but this house is home to so juntteja people that I'm not surprised someone even if they read the game. Tomorrow'll call you in the morning MTT, but I do not think that there is nobody to answer. There is so strange office hours, or essentially unpredictable. Then I find out whether start looking for new homes, and the name of kiikuttamaan exchange papers with the local register office.