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Why so gloomy? It's May holidays! Rejoice! Why aren't you rejoicing?
I am rejoicing. I've caught a slight cold, but it's nothing serious. The extra attention from my family and the chance to take a break from household chores is actually quite valuable.
Only now am I beginning to realize how much better I have become since I moved. It’s interesting, my friend told me about this as early as a month and a half after the move, but I didn’t notice the difference myself. And now I see it. I’ve gained more mental resources and energy for various things; it’s become more joyful to come home to my Blonde, and I throw tantrums and get nervous much less often. I even visit HeroesWorld more frequently. Today, for instance, I tried painting with watercolors for the first time in 12-15 years. It turned out crappy, but I didn’t fall into hysterics calling myself a talentless hack, as I would have not so long ago—instead, I felt a bit sad and decided I’ll try drawing something else later. After such a long break, it’s good that I even remember which end of the brush to hold. Of course, there’s still a lot of work ahead, but the first step has been taken, and my condition has significantly improved; it should get easier from here.
Oh, and also, the Fallout series. Especially Fallout 4, I’ve plunged headfirst into it now. It distracts me wonderfully, restores my will to live, and gives me a lot of inspiration and joy.
From the fifth floor to the second, in the same city, building, and entrance. Technically, it's Mom's apartment, but in reality, we live there with Belka. I moved at the beginning of the year, during the New Year holidays. I didn't tell you.
Three floors – it’s not like it branched out significantly, but in reality, it’s now more or less independent. Bella is also doing better, by the way. In the old apartment, that nasty woman, Yana, was constantly harassing her, not letting her move, so she would hide from her in the corners, and there was constant meowing and fighting at night. But now, she jumps on all horizontal surfaces, doesn’t freak out when I clean her ears, and hasn’t peed outside the litter box even once. True, she only recognizes me and even hides under the sofa from her mom and dad.
I had a snack. Soft, tasty bread, not like in the cafeteria. Just a third of a slice, but it was really good. For about five seconds, it was either good or, well, not bad, in any case, a positive impression, which is rare, especially when it's not related to the war. Although, I recently relaxed near some cassette tapes and felt great, but that was also related to the war.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
I thought Drakkosha was already a happy mother of three.
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения! И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день