I am sick, it's 22:00 here and I am still sick. My cousin from Barnaul (Altai region, Ktulhu F'tagn!) came here, he works on his Doctor of science work in history, so he comes to Msk every summer to work in archives. Yesterday we came to visit my Father, the oldest of our family.
What we understood: I am a an old looser, Dima (cousin) can't speak Russian, we are both crooks and idiots.
On Thursday I had to receive a "package" from Lipetsk, from my girl's mother. She have sent two bags, about 60kg total. Including 20+kg of potatoes, tomatoes, butter and so on, as if we starve here in Msk. Like it's still a Civil War!
Potatoes my ass!...
The train was late, so I had to jump out onto the platform, landed 3m before the platform ended.... I am no Jackie Chan, but I landed only tearing my jeans and with my knees bleeding. It took me 30min to carry bloody bags to the subway station... I was thinking in obscene language for about an hour! And coming home - I had to call ambulance and bring a girl to the hospital!...
I am a happy man. I talk to my parents on ICQ, Father lives 2km from my work, Mother is in Australia, I love my parents. You can't believe how happy I am living alone. Now I have a girl living here and Cousin, it's too much for me, being a chief here in my small flat...
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass...
I am alone for a while now, pouring myself a glass of cedar-nut vodka, looking around if anyone sees me... It's annoying.
