My paranoia.
woman by nature Timid creature is, what is even worse in the state of motherhood. Personally, it is confirmation of this rule. I'm afraid of many things: darkness, heights, spiders and cellulite. So far, however, did not find myself at night, on a narrow footbridge over a precipice and I'm not attacked by the hideous spider, or cellulite, I can function. Some
my fears take a colossal scale, accompanied me constantly and they spend awake at night. These are not mere fears from something familiar, you will encounter, but under the skin feeling clues to the sprawling twenty-four hour paranoia.
Among them feel the threat of war Polish-Ruthenian. Instances of diplomatic representatives, their words of friendship and brotherhood, make me a cold sweat, shaking hands and other anxiety symptoms. Stay in Switzerland does not dimmed this trend. Not got infected native fear of Muslims who eats, begin to proliferate, will occupy the country and everywhere will build mosques and towers jutting into the sky like bayonets (I quote from one of the election posters.) I'm not afraid burqas, or minarets, but the Swiss formula I dream of ... fallout shelter. Therefore I urge the spouse to build in Poland our private, stocked in a packed lunch and candles. In the event of "strengthening of Polish-Russian brotherhood."
Neither my phobia had not taken any sizes larger than paranoia about RAIN ELECTRON. The scientific basis of this phobia in brief is as such: the rain of electrons reaches the Earth as a result of intense solar activity and on a small scale is sometimes observed.
very rare and there is intense solar activity-the frequency of once every 500 years (although there are discrepancies between scientists on the issue and falling time, the number 10,000 years). Then for about a day rain is emitted electron excitation by the induction current in each of the long metal wire.
Imagine a land power line induces a spontaneous current, burning all day stirred transformers on the planet. Our civilization is without electricity and possibilities of its production and transmission. For several hours we are deprived of basic elements of life: heat, light, food storage capacity, communications, manufacturing clothes, and many others. Ba, losing savings money because we keep on electronic accounts. The losses are not irreversible, but the production of new transformers and replacement will take months, maybe years. As against such a vision does not get goose bumps?
In addition, in modern construction eliminates other sources of energy such as gas stoves. Dominated by electricity-from cooking, cleaning, internet, telephone, television, the electric brush for cleaning your teeth. Everything is on electricity! My parents
spilled cup of bitterness undressing this summer on a plot coal stove. What a lack of foresight! How can I cure my phobia of rain electrons?
To make matters worse, last night in our whole district, there was no electricity? It grew dark as the eye can see. You could not do anything, or cook dinner or make a cup of tea, nor call, nor read (because the dark). Life sank only fire sirens interrupted the silence, going to a few unfortunate slammed in the elevator. The end of civilization! And I just wanted to buy something for allegro!
After some time, included current and civilization was saved.
I do not count, but after the incident, the husband acquired a desire to build for me shelter with its own power generator. But can I go (ie the husband) will get talked into buying a gas cylinder, which will hold the event rain of electrons or other of my phobia.
PS. Electron heavy rain was recorded once before in the nineteenth century. Then the current elicited in telegrafach (other long metal wires in those days it was not.) The intensity of the phenomenon was so great that a spark from the fires caused the needle telegraph.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
3 People Bday Celebration Wording
's third birthday!
Dear readers, how can
that nothing in this world is not eternal, blog or passing laws to subjects. Thus, quite inadvertently my celebrates third birthday, celebrate what's reflections on blogging.
My piece of the network has expanded beyond the young mother abroad. The intentions were to be snuty around motherhood and the wider life in exile. Beating his breast, I admit: I often do not have enough skill and consistency to keep the mischievous, provocative nature of the entries. There have been worries, concerns, issues collateral. In a nutshell, my blog more like a baroque "Sylva rerum" but rather "silva rerum."
did not initially planned to make the knowledge network, or go into the blogging community, but to my surprise, I hooked both the first and second. Clearly, that "blog has changed my life" is too pompous (even for me), but the fact remains that many of the things I learned from those bloggers or commenters. I learned a few techniques, handicrafts (as I mentioned once), bake bread, make their own cosmetics (which I use with a passion every day), choose a bra (and it really has revolutionized my life) I learned where to get different things (like a good strawberry) in exile.
Generally, I like to read blogs, but do not put links to them in the tabs (which is only due to my laziness). I wonder subjective opinion, lacking not only political correctness.
Here is a alphabetical list of places most often visited by me (unfortunately, some of them no longer exist, but I hope that the authors return to writing):
- female cat-and-cigarette blog
- Dalia
- PhD student-to- london-exile
- Dryfujce dreams
- Francis' diary
- Lily designs
- Lucy In The Sky
- MaryPop
Designs - my daily struggles
- Myszogród
- sheep
- Perils and thoughts Wi ...
- Poppy
- SweetCandyDreams
- School
survival - in the eyes of Trudi WORLD
- Tania mom ;-)
- Tomaszów
- Tours de France, a village ...
- white plate
- Violiśkowe cooking
- Notes from the granite city
What I do not like about blogging?
I hate whining, grumbling, or hanging dogs who willy-nilly. That is why I avoid blogs full of washing dirty linen, which the authors do not leave anyone dry noodles and spare no harsh words at family members, neighbors, friends, colleagues, a large amount of speech okraszając vulgar, sometimes intimate details. I do not want to believe that someone has bad luck and encounters the vile individuals only and limited mentally. Maybe I'm wrong, because I had great luck with the people and the vast majority of those I have met is full of valuable features. But I think that only once in the history of this "Noah was sober, and the world was flooded," and is usually the opposite. Therefore, I can hardly believe texts with one, the only fair and the same, evil neighbor.
second defect is komentatorskie pouring bile, I suppose for the purposes of purification-a kind of catharsis for the poor. " The apparent anonymity deprives some people of braking and tearing them a mask of decency. This applies only to some commenters. For them, blogs are spreading unusual manifestations in the real touch of frustration, aggression and lack of culture, a lack of understanding niewspominająca read the text. The phenomenon is growing terribly popular sites. Indeed, it makes me wonder whether the authors distinguished, endowed with "spark" they are harassed pouring out of personal frustration (usually called during working hours).
Fortunately, this blog remains on the sidelines, in a secluded valley away from spam and turmoil of human psyche. Remains for me to express my gratitude to you all, so that in this passage, I feel good network, and writing a miscellaneous fun for me.
Dear readers, how can
that nothing in this world is not eternal, blog or passing laws to subjects. Thus, quite inadvertently my celebrates third birthday, celebrate what's reflections on blogging.
My piece of the network has expanded beyond the young mother abroad. The intentions were to be snuty around motherhood and the wider life in exile. Beating his breast, I admit: I often do not have enough skill and consistency to keep the mischievous, provocative nature of the entries. There have been worries, concerns, issues collateral. In a nutshell, my blog more like a baroque "Sylva rerum" but rather "silva rerum."
did not initially planned to make the knowledge network, or go into the blogging community, but to my surprise, I hooked both the first and second. Clearly, that "blog has changed my life" is too pompous (even for me), but the fact remains that many of the things I learned from those bloggers or commenters. I learned a few techniques, handicrafts (as I mentioned once), bake bread, make their own cosmetics (which I use with a passion every day), choose a bra (and it really has revolutionized my life) I learned where to get different things (like a good strawberry) in exile.
Generally, I like to read blogs, but do not put links to them in the tabs (which is only due to my laziness). I wonder subjective opinion, lacking not only political correctness.
Here is a alphabetical list of places most often visited by me (unfortunately, some of them no longer exist, but I hope that the authors return to writing):
- female cat-and-cigarette blog
- Dalia
- PhD student-to- london-exile
- Dryfujce dreams
- Francis' diary
- Lily designs
- Lucy In The Sky
- MaryPop
Designs - my daily struggles
- Myszogród
- sheep
- Perils and thoughts Wi ...
- Poppy
- SweetCandyDreams
- School
survival - in the eyes of Trudi WORLD
- Tania mom ;-)
- Tomaszów
- Tours de France, a village ...
- white plate
- Violiśkowe cooking
- Notes from the granite city
What I do not like about blogging?
I hate whining, grumbling, or hanging dogs who willy-nilly. That is why I avoid blogs full of washing dirty linen, which the authors do not leave anyone dry noodles and spare no harsh words at family members, neighbors, friends, colleagues, a large amount of speech okraszając vulgar, sometimes intimate details. I do not want to believe that someone has bad luck and encounters the vile individuals only and limited mentally. Maybe I'm wrong, because I had great luck with the people and the vast majority of those I have met is full of valuable features. But I think that only once in the history of this "Noah was sober, and the world was flooded," and is usually the opposite. Therefore, I can hardly believe texts with one, the only fair and the same, evil neighbor.
second defect is komentatorskie pouring bile, I suppose for the purposes of purification-a kind of catharsis for the poor. " The apparent anonymity deprives some people of braking and tearing them a mask of decency. This applies only to some commenters. For them, blogs are spreading unusual manifestations in the real touch of frustration, aggression and lack of culture, a lack of understanding niewspominająca read the text. The phenomenon is growing terribly popular sites. Indeed, it makes me wonder whether the authors distinguished, endowed with "spark" they are harassed pouring out of personal frustration (usually called during working hours).
Fortunately, this blog remains on the sidelines, in a secluded valley away from spam and turmoil of human psyche. Remains for me to express my gratitude to you all, so that in this passage, I feel good network, and writing a miscellaneous fun for me.
Monday, August 16, 2010
4year Old W Headaches And Red Eyes
Sleeping with the enemy.
-Antonello, go home! - At these words, the neighbor has shrunk into himself. With a small old woman became a dwarf. Humbly podkuliłam head, apologized and left. Extinguished.
De Silva sighed. We both know that in an apartment behind a husband mistreating his wife. They are both retired, so he spends his free time watching television, rozkazywaniu wife, and sometimes lining the principles of the superiority of man over woman in practice. She is a housewife, cleans, cooks and cures painful evidence of her husband 's lectures. She gave up entirely subordinate, underwent a number of years for the sake of the children, for the sake of peace.
Executioner one is not born, but it is slowly becoming.
Al does not remember the specific date when her husband turned into a tyrant. It was a process. Husband tłamsił it slowly, in stages, initially limited her contacts with friends, then began to decide on every expenditure, every visit, out of the house. Ala was young and in love to the ears. Initially, a trusted man, gave no further fighting bastions of its own sovereignty. After several years has been to the sea, and although bothered her life in fear of their own husband, she was convinced that without it you can not cope. My husband decided about everything (with whom, where, how), and even took her salary.
getting stuck in the toxic compound was interrupted by the evidence of treason. In the natural reflex Al took the kids and moved out to my mother. Yet that same night, she panicked. She was crying, that does not make it. She repeated like a mantra lies, which fed her husband: that it is resourceless that without it nothing can do, nor know how to make a decision to do anything that is not suitable. Were it not for my mother, probably would be moved "tail tucked" the tyrant and adopted again their terms. Mom asked who pays the bills, doing shopping, cleaning, deliver children to kindergarten, going on with them to the doctor, resolve the problem in the cooperative. Each question has only one answer-Ala, herself. Slowly it began to open eyes that have long been her husband did nothing for either home or family. Then it emerged that have long kept their Ala., when her husband seemed a lot of money on the side.
When Anne thinks about his current situation, it alone can not believe how it happened. How could degrade to give her husband to the role of servant, or even lower? Janet-married
Ani-signed a very attractive, two-year contract to work abroad. They left for France. For neither was it a big change, I did not know the language, but above all had to give up break from work and studies. They lived in the provinces, because Jack had dreamed of a quiet life in a detached house. They had to have one car, which the husband went to work. In this way, Anna got stuck with several years of her son in a picturesque village with no public transportation, without friends, without the knowledge of indigenous peoples, without their own source of income. Like everything was common, but the car was Janka, his former money, his bank account to which she had no authority. Of course, able to take the car if you have previously agreed to with her husband, and more on its allowed. Of course, he gave her money, if approved the expenditure.
trip abroad was to be to let the financial injection, but for Ani became the basis for addiction, servitude, because without the consent of Janina could not do anything-it just was not her stand. My husband he could simply not agree on the expenditure and do not give money. Future autumn frosts, and their son did not have a warm jacket. Jack did not give money to his wife claiming that it lacks taste and buy something "badziewnym color." They decided that together we will go to the store, but her husband did not have the time and week after week passed. Their son walked in the lazy and the windbreaker, to which Anne sewed a lining with an old blanket. Janek explained when lack of time and energy conservation. After 3 consecutive weeks, the husband agreed to go to the store and approved the purchase of jackets for their own child.
One day Anne received a phone call from Krause: "I'm in the hospital." Well, the husband had health problems and went for tests that have proved so unsuccessful that it was needed immediate surgery. Nor about your problems, or a visit to the doctor did not inform his wife-what? Their son was then in a distance of 15 km kindergarten. Anne had no means of transport to pick up a child in the portfolio, as usual, just a few euros. Her husband was just operated on while in the hospital, which was not even like to get. Coped. They helped their neighbors. They took, borrowed money, took care of the child.
Unfortunately, Janka this situation has not learned anything. After his return home to his wife again enumerated every penny, it has not authorized to access the account at the bank. Ba, Anne did not even know which bank they are supposedly "their money".
the Goblet overflowed, when Anne discovered that there is "other woman". Jack was confident enough, or stupid, that he had left evidence of their stuff to the laundry. Just like Ali, worked most ordinary human feelings. My husband did not want to talk to her, he just did not feel like it. Anne moved out and took his son. Jack flew into a rage. Blowing on friends, ordered the immediate return of the child's home and threatened police. The next day, even though he knew where he is their son, filed a report with his wife-accused her of kidnapping. An also to social welfare institutions to collect the child. Spice adds a small detail that he traveled for two days over the tropical seas of the so-called "friends" to spend two weeks there, but happily the branches did not intend to take (a wife is to be understood or not).
Even bystanders knew what was going on and that it was not a son of the struggle, but for dominance over his wife. Janek's blowing up from either the threatening, forbidding them to assist, "interfere," the police and threatened revenge for life. All this to hunt down his wife, who in exile could not rely on family support, it was not his own money, so without the help of friends, could not survive. He was mad because he lost control, because the stupid woman, instead of waiting until you want to talk to her, she began to twist the numbers. Mutinied, and yet could not, after all, was not able-effective to do so try.
maltretowanej wife team generally defined various types of consequences of violence against wives: physical violence (beating), emotional violence (bullying, verbal abuse), sexual, economic (deprivation of livelihood).
Usually women are not willing to officially accuse husbands (economic dependence, the belief that he will change, excessive passivity), while men justify themselves and justify their behavior provocation on the part of wife. Factors predisposing
include:
-young age of the wife, her poor education, lack of own revenue (from these rules there are exceptions)
-man with a low social status, low need for achievement, express feelings
-personality of the victim: passive, masochistic, depressive, passive-dependent, immature, anxiety
-launching of such a pattern of relationships from the family home. Sometimes
abuse starts at the first pregnancy, which is translated sexual frustration man, family lifestyle changes and behavior of his wife, an unwillingness to have a child. (By Zbigniew Lew-Starowicz: "Sexology court.")
Enough theory. In practice, when I hear one more time as a neighbor treats his seventy wife, and then watch the big bruises on her arms (the effects of lecture the superiority of man over woman), a knife in my pocket opens. I realize that in this particular situation, I can not do anything, because even the neighbor kids do not try to help her. Everyone is accustomed, they do not want change, if injured or not they want to.
But each time it grows within me the motivation to help neither. That this beautiful young woman did not follow the fate of our neighbors. In order not to lose faith that you can get out of the trap toxic compound.
-Antonello, go home! - At these words, the neighbor has shrunk into himself. With a small old woman became a dwarf. Humbly podkuliłam head, apologized and left. Extinguished.
De Silva sighed. We both know that in an apartment behind a husband mistreating his wife. They are both retired, so he spends his free time watching television, rozkazywaniu wife, and sometimes lining the principles of the superiority of man over woman in practice. She is a housewife, cleans, cooks and cures painful evidence of her husband 's lectures. She gave up entirely subordinate, underwent a number of years for the sake of the children, for the sake of peace.
Executioner one is not born, but it is slowly becoming.
Al does not remember the specific date when her husband turned into a tyrant. It was a process. Husband tłamsił it slowly, in stages, initially limited her contacts with friends, then began to decide on every expenditure, every visit, out of the house. Ala was young and in love to the ears. Initially, a trusted man, gave no further fighting bastions of its own sovereignty. After several years has been to the sea, and although bothered her life in fear of their own husband, she was convinced that without it you can not cope. My husband decided about everything (with whom, where, how), and even took her salary.
getting stuck in the toxic compound was interrupted by the evidence of treason. In the natural reflex Al took the kids and moved out to my mother. Yet that same night, she panicked. She was crying, that does not make it. She repeated like a mantra lies, which fed her husband: that it is resourceless that without it nothing can do, nor know how to make a decision to do anything that is not suitable. Were it not for my mother, probably would be moved "tail tucked" the tyrant and adopted again their terms. Mom asked who pays the bills, doing shopping, cleaning, deliver children to kindergarten, going on with them to the doctor, resolve the problem in the cooperative. Each question has only one answer-Ala, herself. Slowly it began to open eyes that have long been her husband did nothing for either home or family. Then it emerged that have long kept their Ala., when her husband seemed a lot of money on the side.
When Anne thinks about his current situation, it alone can not believe how it happened. How could degrade to give her husband to the role of servant, or even lower? Janet-married
Ani-signed a very attractive, two-year contract to work abroad. They left for France. For neither was it a big change, I did not know the language, but above all had to give up break from work and studies. They lived in the provinces, because Jack had dreamed of a quiet life in a detached house. They had to have one car, which the husband went to work. In this way, Anna got stuck with several years of her son in a picturesque village with no public transportation, without friends, without the knowledge of indigenous peoples, without their own source of income. Like everything was common, but the car was Janka, his former money, his bank account to which she had no authority. Of course, able to take the car if you have previously agreed to with her husband, and more on its allowed. Of course, he gave her money, if approved the expenditure.
trip abroad was to be to let the financial injection, but for Ani became the basis for addiction, servitude, because without the consent of Janina could not do anything-it just was not her stand. My husband he could simply not agree on the expenditure and do not give money. Future autumn frosts, and their son did not have a warm jacket. Jack did not give money to his wife claiming that it lacks taste and buy something "badziewnym color." They decided that together we will go to the store, but her husband did not have the time and week after week passed. Their son walked in the lazy and the windbreaker, to which Anne sewed a lining with an old blanket. Janek explained when lack of time and energy conservation. After 3 consecutive weeks, the husband agreed to go to the store and approved the purchase of jackets for their own child.
One day Anne received a phone call from Krause: "I'm in the hospital." Well, the husband had health problems and went for tests that have proved so unsuccessful that it was needed immediate surgery. Nor about your problems, or a visit to the doctor did not inform his wife-what? Their son was then in a distance of 15 km kindergarten. Anne had no means of transport to pick up a child in the portfolio, as usual, just a few euros. Her husband was just operated on while in the hospital, which was not even like to get. Coped. They helped their neighbors. They took, borrowed money, took care of the child.
Unfortunately, Janka this situation has not learned anything. After his return home to his wife again enumerated every penny, it has not authorized to access the account at the bank. Ba, Anne did not even know which bank they are supposedly "their money".
the Goblet overflowed, when Anne discovered that there is "other woman". Jack was confident enough, or stupid, that he had left evidence of their stuff to the laundry. Just like Ali, worked most ordinary human feelings. My husband did not want to talk to her, he just did not feel like it. Anne moved out and took his son. Jack flew into a rage. Blowing on friends, ordered the immediate return of the child's home and threatened police. The next day, even though he knew where he is their son, filed a report with his wife-accused her of kidnapping. An also to social welfare institutions to collect the child. Spice adds a small detail that he traveled for two days over the tropical seas of the so-called "friends" to spend two weeks there, but happily the branches did not intend to take (a wife is to be understood or not).
Even bystanders knew what was going on and that it was not a son of the struggle, but for dominance over his wife. Janek's blowing up from either the threatening, forbidding them to assist, "interfere," the police and threatened revenge for life. All this to hunt down his wife, who in exile could not rely on family support, it was not his own money, so without the help of friends, could not survive. He was mad because he lost control, because the stupid woman, instead of waiting until you want to talk to her, she began to twist the numbers. Mutinied, and yet could not, after all, was not able-effective to do so try.
maltretowanej wife team generally defined various types of consequences of violence against wives: physical violence (beating), emotional violence (bullying, verbal abuse), sexual, economic (deprivation of livelihood).
Usually women are not willing to officially accuse husbands (economic dependence, the belief that he will change, excessive passivity), while men justify themselves and justify their behavior provocation on the part of wife. Factors predisposing
include:
-young age of the wife, her poor education, lack of own revenue (from these rules there are exceptions)
-man with a low social status, low need for achievement, express feelings
-personality of the victim: passive, masochistic, depressive, passive-dependent, immature, anxiety
-launching of such a pattern of relationships from the family home. Sometimes
abuse starts at the first pregnancy, which is translated sexual frustration man, family lifestyle changes and behavior of his wife, an unwillingness to have a child. (By Zbigniew Lew-Starowicz: "Sexology court.")
Enough theory. In practice, when I hear one more time as a neighbor treats his seventy wife, and then watch the big bruises on her arms (the effects of lecture the superiority of man over woman), a knife in my pocket opens. I realize that in this particular situation, I can not do anything, because even the neighbor kids do not try to help her. Everyone is accustomed, they do not want change, if injured or not they want to.
But each time it grows within me the motivation to help neither. That this beautiful young woman did not follow the fate of our neighbors. In order not to lose faith that you can get out of the trap toxic compound.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Startech London Ontario Owner Complaints
study.
the third time this week going through a medical examination. Diagnoses are different and most sound mysterious, strange.
Today came the doctor with an assistant. The doctor-friendly, but very little professional. Assistant without a greeting, I began to opukiwać in different parts of the body.
-How do you feel?
-Not the best.
-hurt anything?
-In principle, yes .- I replied a little tired.
doctor looked in my eye almost crushing my eyeball.
-Ouch! - I blurted out.
- Nothing, nothing. Quiet. -commanded the doctor. At that time, an assistant pulled out a whole battery of syringes.
-What are you doing now?
-checking breath puffed out his cheeks .- Dr. and took mine, "the expert".
-usually as the patient says, it means that breathes .- I said teasingly.
-In that case ... I will examine the pulse. - Actually, grabs my wrist and says -Pulse is!
After several minutes, my body and inspect the implementation of X-ray the doctor said:
-You have a bit of a broken leg.
-bit? - Please, and I thought that no diagnosis I am no longer surprised.
- Yes, a little bit, but not much.
I wanted to go into a long discussion with a doctor, but right now assistant (doing me a shot in the knee) said:
-Dog here! ... Oooo psi-psi here! - pointed the finger at the growing puddle on the floor.
Recovered instantly.
Summer holidays are the busiest time for the Bride and Mother, two months alone with his progeny, trips, heat, trips to the pool, learning to ride a bike Dzidkiem and most importantly, the purity of science Mateo in the lead role. The period is a wonderful, albeit wyżymający me with any stocks vitality. When night falls and the kids finally asleep, which is delayed by the heat for hours, I have no strength to any intellectual entertainment. I force myself to read a few pages in French with neurological disorders, but in writing a blog does not have enough energy already.
the third time this week going through a medical examination. Diagnoses are different and most sound mysterious, strange.
Today came the doctor with an assistant. The doctor-friendly, but very little professional. Assistant without a greeting, I began to opukiwać in different parts of the body.
-How do you feel?
-Not the best.
-hurt anything?
-In principle, yes .- I replied a little tired.
doctor looked in my eye almost crushing my eyeball.
-Ouch! - I blurted out.
- Nothing, nothing. Quiet. -commanded the doctor. At that time, an assistant pulled out a whole battery of syringes.
-What are you doing now?
-checking breath puffed out his cheeks .- Dr. and took mine, "the expert".
-usually as the patient says, it means that breathes .- I said teasingly.
-In that case ... I will examine the pulse. - Actually, grabs my wrist and says -Pulse is!
After several minutes, my body and inspect the implementation of X-ray the doctor said:
-You have a bit of a broken leg.
-bit? - Please, and I thought that no diagnosis I am no longer surprised.
- Yes, a little bit, but not much.
I wanted to go into a long discussion with a doctor, but right now assistant (doing me a shot in the knee) said:
-Dog here! ... Oooo psi-psi here! - pointed the finger at the growing puddle on the floor.
Recovered instantly.
Summer holidays are the busiest time for the Bride and Mother, two months alone with his progeny, trips, heat, trips to the pool, learning to ride a bike Dzidkiem and most importantly, the purity of science Mateo in the lead role. The period is a wonderful, albeit wyżymający me with any stocks vitality. When night falls and the kids finally asleep, which is delayed by the heat for hours, I have no strength to any intellectual entertainment. I force myself to read a few pages in French with neurological disorders, but in writing a blog does not have enough energy already.
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