The first, the last, the week
Well, it's the end of the last day of the week. And this is another note here. Dear Diary, or... whatever people usually say?
The week was... full. The days passed quickly.
It's a strange feeling when you work a lot and can't clearly remember what was going on all this time. Not because you've forgotten or don't care, but because you're just merging with the moment and the moment is so intense...
I finished reading three books.
As always, it's a crazy mix if you look at it from …
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