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Das Verschwinden des Josef
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by Olivier Guez

-332 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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Sunday

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November

2007

The Pros And Cons Of…

NaBloPoMo!

Pros: I post so much more than I normally would, I blog about the most minimal thing happening, you really cant say you dont know whats going on it my life! I post more photos than I normally would.

Cons: NaBloPoMo is a pain in the butt! Entries are getting more boring by the day. November has 30 days!

So much for that. 💡

I hope today was just an incredible bad studying day, with a lot of effort, I managed 3 pages, ALL DAY. It was a pain. Probably forgotten it all by now. 😉 I cant do more than try. But tomorrow needs to be better.

Potholder has gotten an arm and a head.

Back to work tomorrow, but I only plan to work 2 days. I wonder what my group leader will say to that. :mrgreen:

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One Response to “The Pros And Cons Of…”


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    Michael UNITED STATES
    7:31 pm on November 20th, 2007

    I didn’t even bother joining, because I KNOW I can’t blog everyday. Besides, I don’t want to be told to blog.

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