What Can I Deduct From My Home Daycare

Lumbago?

Oh no, I'm getting old!
I did this morning your hair styled and evidently done a wrong move. The mine has not messed up her hair, but my back. This is doing now that is hurting like hell, with virtually every move.
Since today is Wednesday, so massage day in the company, I've taken the opportunity and changed my appointment as I was the first turn. Actually, it has helped, however. Now I've
intus two painkillers and wait times, what's going on there. Otherwise I'll probably equal time to the doctor. It is corrosive.

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Fragments. Or the art of dying.

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Chapter I

It was a windy and not too bright late afternoon, it was drizzling and the air was this sticky atmosphere, which can not decide whether it is now colder and wet or the sun the asphalt to dry would. Victor was sitting on a park bench for hours, and felt the end approaching. He did not know exactly when or how he knew only one thing soon. Much too soon.

He had the last spent years to underpin the shaky response to the meaning of his being here and Now he sat here. On a weathered park bench outside in the rain is not even on a Thursday afternoon. "It's not satisfactory," he thought to himself. "All the way to here and here I sit now, and I already feel the end of the world will not tell more because it would change anything."

He sat for a while and looked like People walked past him, all in their own world of thoughts, worries and suffering universes cycles caught. Each one is an ocean of grief with a Mitgefühlsverbrauch how this crappy TV shows try to put one feel guilty because as a recognized Couch Potato is not enough for landmine clearance operations in Laos and go donate unknown animal and human species by the minute by the dozen to the dogs.

But Vic was these people do not care. Mainly because it would change anything if they were not his. The more he thought about it, the more ambivalence germinated in him. On the one hand, he was enthusiastic in his somewhat dissociated consideration for all sorts of details, every little thing could emit microscopic unexpected charm and perfection, as was also profane. On the other hand, people took him to the mind, because every problem has happened before, dissolved, was written a book about it, metaphorically and transferred from the Company was equal to a ruminant digest from the beginning.

pulling up, and down again nachkauen something in the next stomach it. And a book about it. And maybe even a TV show. With studio guests and of course, two experts with conflicting opinions. The only thing these gentlemen can agree is the phrase "the other is wrong." And as it was not for nothing is so beautiful that most people forget that we have without loss of multitasking at the same time, both legally and may be an idiot. What a wonderful a world. Victor suppressed his slight nausea, and let his gaze wander over the scene.

was in this small park has it all. Children at play, which has not understood from what surrounded them, who wanted more from their parents and were once stuffed with candy times with heartlessness. Young truants in small little groups of five, which expressed themselves just to math and English, the particularly hard with a beer in his hand, which was somewhat slow, with a cigarette, a couple sacks stacked like the one thrown over each other - and all but only under a dripping with emotion and superficiality of even the inability to mask his announced. Afraid to look at gestures so afraid of my how it presents, with a heartiness of a dead herring fell from the sky.

Real couples today are not there - oh wait, however, back there is one. You conspicuously dressed, even fashion-conscious and he tanned and with gelled hair. It moves as the knee may not touch, it moves as expected its not apart. And all the couples holding hands on the gravel road. Which are only slightly older than the truants. I think he sells DSL connections and transmogrified in their spare time - and if anyone of you at one of these turns a Glamourkoksparties Schmuddelfilmchen and the network is, what then someone else with an Internet connection, you bought from him see Staring to come full circle back to life.
Then he will do six months as if he had not known and a quarter year as they had never at that party. And since no one talks to each other, will not get the idea that it would be another matter, because you can just love the man no matter what he does, for it is all part of what he is. To do is to be. Do Be Do Be Doo. "Optimism is in the air," thought Victor, as he shook one other of those coffin nails out of the crease package and the smell of spring in the blissful monotony of always the same cheap-tasting smoke sank.

allegedly died, if one had taken up enough of the things in themselves. He waited until today. Was perhaps not his day.