x - I am going to work like this today past the surgery of Vishnevsky... The sunshine shines, everything is fine, the charge of bitterness from the morning, the weekend succeeded. This same edge of the eye catches me - the tomb, 500 r / day and the phone from below.
Y - Uppur, did you call?
x - laugh-laugh... the course of my thoughts: "The doctors were completely squeezed...it is not black humor anymore, it is cynicism!... And in general, it is funny - almost 200 thousand a year and you live in a cave.. vampires, mla, reviewed..." I go on - "Yes, no. Well, someone has begun... no, no, it can’t be! Or maybe? No is no! You guys, are you completely squeezed? Stop the planet, I’ll come down!"
and :DDDD
x - had to run back... it turned out "hotel" =/