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Phuuuh, I´m half way through my stupid essay about Turgenjev´s stupid short story Первая любовь, I have eaten too much candy and I feel hyper and exhausted at the same time. I called Hoas this morning, explained the birch situation and the nice lady asked the number of our apartment and said that she'll pass it to the land lord. I'll have to call again tomorrow, I can't live with this not knowing what's going to happen (can't remember the word for that right now). Now back to the stupid essay, I want to go home someday...