Day 1
The new year began like this: I woke up
cold on the floor Stine Lise, with my jacket as a mattress and hurt all over. My cell phone was lying in a pool of water next to an overturned cup, completely dead. I pulled on my clothes, took penskoene forearm and started for home. I did, of course, neither the tram or the underground, which led to the return trip took a half hour, and that the shape was relatively lackluster before I was home again. I'm going by the way, never to understand me at all the people who sit on the subway with red cheeks and ski equipment at 12 before the first day of the year, everyone knows that 1 January is a holiday so that people will be able to recover after the night's festivities .. Anyway, the day has been spent in jogging trousers, and I've been eating at me the 10 pounds I trained by me on zumbamaraton yesterday. Pizza for breakfast, kebab for dinner. I have no New Year's resolutions, for I am quite satisfied that such things are, and New Year's resolutions is anyway only to be broken. As usual, I make all the other places than where it should be, a clear sign that yesterday was successful, with the stars, dance and New Year's hugs. Now I just get my bag and my coat that I forgot again at a party 1, and so everything is ready for another year and a new week.
Happy New Year, everyone!
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