I was still lying in bed, thinking about the day.I was still lying in bed, thinking about the day. I hate getting up, and I hated it even more on this day, because I had lots of boring stuff to do. But this was my fault, since I always push all the boring things I have to do up to the last limit, and this day was a day, where all came together. We had a great party at my house the day before, and my mind wasn't clear yet. The only thing I could do, to kill this day, was not to think. And that was the first what I did, so immediatly after thinking 'not' to think, I stopped, and got up. After doing all the stuff you have to do before you can leave a house, I just sat down in a chair, to calm down. That because my brain always presented me the pictures of the day, the waiting in long long lines for example to get a new passport, the police politely telling me to drive more slowly (they got a photo of me, and want me to come for identification). I had to talk with the bank, so that I get more money from them and... The door bell rang. Who was that? What the heck, I'll open. It was the gasman, who wanted to get in to check, how much heat I had wasted. |