Motor
Today a little bit about the limits of possibility. Or, if you will, about crossing the so-called. of human concept (btw. always moves me to tears with a private FUBAR Ryan and his masterful translation Po.Po.Lu.Po - fucked up beyond human concept:)).
first surprises of the day to me, a volume of unabsorbed rum and cola (yes, yes, we are celebrating 50 ANIVERSARIO de Cuba Libre), and especially its impact on the ability to leave / exit. For me, unfortunately, zero. Absorbed the last night in order to quickly break the rigid link with consciousness, and unfortunately the effect was counterproductive. Cities go into the arms of sleep (if she was the female counterpart of Morpheus? He, Morphine?), Cola insinuate himself not quite zero at higher and higher turnover, with the result that came down from physical tiredness until about 4 am, instead of the planned 23:30. Despite the late hour and is certain to be under the overwhelming influence, I was not able to zasuspendować. Next time, just rum, no Coke.
second surprise involved a relatively well-being in the so-called. the next day - rise at 7:30 am with older youth, keeping its pace in the depths of carnage in the backyard, family life is not interrupted by any serious discussion, and finally express finding and unearthing a great car in a snowdrift on the block - all this did not have much of an impression on me. Until the fifteenth, when the system collapsed under the pressure of decreasing pressure.
third surprise came at the hands of Bubu, who is - when innocent Jawbreaker'a session on navigating pock HP - wanted a remove the SD memory card, and then act quickly to erase the foul by re- its insertion. Vice versa. Almost to the end. What is the obvious result conducted damage and dislike slot cards to remain in it for longer.
Fourth and finally surprise arose from the fact that despite strenuous attempts rozniesienia pocketpc parts, I managed to pick up the SD slot in the pawl and restart the device. Digging in the PC era apparently came to an end, for the year probably become a neurosurgeon.
On Saturday morning I opened my eyes and looked at a few things from a distance. Maybe not from itself, from which today looks at the L., but large enough to see how many there are. Well enough small, would come to enjoy them more. 
