Can't move. Emotion gone. 
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I wanted to play an online game. Almost threw my phone into the wall because of the bad Internet. It turns out that my mobile operator has broken something and now there is a bad connection in the whole country.
One more reason to start pumping iron.
Today has been a roller coaster ride for my emotions. So as soon as I am free, I - as a completely healthy person - will pump iron until my body refuses to move.
How to move a 300 kilogram safe?
Call people with professional equipment to move it for you? ?
Fold a cardboard box in half, put the safe on it and pull it with a rope? ?
If you thought I learned my lesson and started being more careful with my fingers... The answer is no.
Almost drilled through one of them on accident because I wasn't paying attention.
My cat almost gave me a heart attack. That asshole hid from everyone after I left and didn't show up for three days! It's not that unusual, but before that he was down with a severe food poisoning, so I was already beginning to think the worst.
Cats are assholes.
I love them.
I was cooking food and burned the ever living fuck out of my fingers.
Every letter I type comes with a prince of pain.
Ouch.
I'm going home, the cats stayed in the Family House Off The Grid™
Left the room to do some stuff. I came back, one of my cats asleep on my blankets. I'd have to move her if I want to lay down.
It's her bed now, I guess...
One cat scratched my arm. The other bit my hand.
They love me
I am currently reading a house construction agreement and... Well, read it for yourself:
"The parties undertake to resolve all disputes and disagreements that may arise under this agreement by fighting one-on-one with knives."
Today I woke up because my cat knocked at my door. Why does he do that? How does he do that?
Where did all these compliments come from? Are we spreading love on the forums?
Finally saw my cats. Now cat stis on near my window and looking at the road below.
The heating was turned off in the entire area - a pipe burst somewhere as far as we know.
I may be a Russian but it's cold...
A little further down the hall from the room where I currently live, there is a wooden border post. It's taller than me. Just standing there. Menacingly.
Biting people when you're losing an argument is the perfect counterargument. Try to convince me otherwise.
I look at my hoard of things from different fandoms and think: damn, it's so dusty. -
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