haviraS (09:18:46 5/08/2010)
I have a week of idiots.

On Monday, he sat on the notebook, of course, the matrix was crushed.
On Tuesday, the servo in the closed closet began to collapse.
The case today:
On Monday, a friend calls: I need to remember. Okay, there will be memories. Take it tomorrow. I took. When ordering, I clarify: to place? What I get the answer - and hole put it there.

I call on Tuesday evening. is not included. of food.
I’m going to go there today, Nino.
I see a picture of oil on cheese:
Memory contacts in the dust all, the slot is dead, two slots are dead of three (including a new one)
I find out what I did.
It turns out that the comrade removed the old memory, dropped dust into the slot, inserted a new one, crushed the slot, crushed the memory. I turned off. I thought. I inserted an old memory. I crushed her too. He called me.

Saved a man. You will say nothing...