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Attempting to make mead #2. Those in the know, or rather, in the chat, remember what happened last time. This time, I made seven liters, added hops, and a little nutmeg. So far, it looks very good...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
In my case, it's like "Big Brother/Mother is watching you." First, they found out about my skipping classes, then they found the mead, searched everything they could, from cabinets to my passport cover, and finally figured out where I was going for the festival. It's not a day, it's just a nightmare. I hate weekends. I stuffed my things under the bed, I'm afraid to leave the house – because if I do, I'll come back and see the results of the thousands of rubles and dozens of hours of work being thrown away by my relatives. I guess there won't be any relaxation until Rusborg.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Okay, I agree. We had a type of student who simply refused to attend lectures but knew the material better than anyone else because they read the textbook instead of attending lectures. However, you still need to work.
For once, I was in a more or less good mood (and you can call any state good when things are normal or neutral, rather than bad or unpleasant), and I was reasonably satisfied with the preparation for the next expedition; all that remained was to polish it. But, of course, the raid leader couldn't resist throwing a wrench in the works.