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Das Verschwinden des Josef
Mengele

by Olivier Guez

-244 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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Sunday

13

November

2016

Goodbye weekend, have you been here?

Today, I can honestly say, on this cold and grey evening of day 13th of NaBloPoMo, that I absolutely didnt do anything, except watch hours of YouTube (what an addiction!) and I swam in a packed pool. THAT WAS IT. I didnt make waffles for breakfast, I didnt make the pumkpin-potatoe-mash that I meant to make, nope, I ate sweets and unhealthy food all day. Horrible!

Nope, I dont even have a photo to share, and I dont feel like making one. Probably because I havent had lunch or dinner, but thats what you get being lazy like that. I will roast chestnuts now. To that tomorrow. So sorry! Hopefully this will be the most blank day of the month. After all its only 41 days until Christmas and God knows, I have plenty to do, just – as always – absolutely no motivation for any of it. I am the incarnation of lazyness.

This is a scary state I am in.

Happiest birthday ever, I miss you so very much!!!!!

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