That's never happened to me before:( Read more... )

It's funny that I have insights like that always while waking up: I play with words, I hide behind words, but I cannot tell stories. "I hide myself in the fog, write words in the wind."   Why in the wind? Because they blur and disappear there. Whenever I try to write a story, all what comes out is just a sketch of a story which should be written, ( Read more... )

Interesting conversation with the schools inspector - yes, they have that spending freeze, but I shall not give up phoning every day, because teachers are missing everywhere! And I shall send her another application as substitute teacher. Yes - already done! :D

long and deep sleep. :)
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