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I have long and hopelessly, I have been sick, for a long time.

I don’t remember when I got sick, I don’t remember who I infected, and whom I infected myself.

But the face is a real epidemic. Many are sick. And the disease is called tomorrow.

What are the symptoms? They are simple:

For a long time I want to read Cervantes, the great book Don Quixote. I started reading 15 years ago, I can’t read it. This book lies in the most prominent place, I come home in the evening, I look at it and say “Don Quixote” tomorrow.

I want to start running in the morning. Well, we need to bring yourself in shape, we must play sports, we must follow yourself. And I think: from the first day I will begin to run in the morning. I wake up the first day in the morning, lay in bed in bed, and thought - tomorrow.

TOMORROW! TOMORROW! TOMORROW!

Well, it's time to lose a few kilograms, you have to lose weight, otherwise I think too much about it - you don’t have to think so much about it. I tried to observe a diet - it does not work. I will not eat in the evening, after 6 pm no-no. I look at the TV in the evening, and I listen to how the refrigerator turns on and turns off, and suddenly an attack of illness - tomorrow!

TOMORROW! TOMORROW! TOMORROW!

Well, when finally we’ll get together and talk. TOMORROW.

It is finally to hang pictures of the house, otherwise they stand and dust. TOMORROW.

It is still necessary to somehow understand our relations. TOMORROW.

Ora rearrange the furniture in the apartment and replace the bulbs in the chandelier, otherwise half does not burn. TOMORROW.

TOMORROW! TOMORROW! TOMORROW!