This year is Christmas, but I do not like to count the teeth of the stamps, so I look bad and make me sad, but I do not think the case to reflect now on the problem of sociopathy because so much of January begins with the Yoga. Today was
Likof, or the year-end party of the Department. In fact, the two parties, a student and a staff of professors + varied, but it is not hard to imagine what has succeeded better, considering that this year between pressure, dirty looks, soft eyes and we were able to gather enough recycling about 250 € , all spent in beans, cheese, bread, ham, wine and beer.
Well, bread and beans were good, the remainder of the stuff is not vegetarian teetotalers, but if you want to try a likof at home (with all the risks that can lead to) know that the Mexican beans are not cooked enough.
The tradition is rooted in the likof Furlania and Bisiacaria, arcane and ancestral regions where it is customary to celebrate the completion of the roof of a home or end of the harvest with a reception offered by the owner of the house itself or the estate. The parallel holds to the extent that we are in great majority Furlani and we ourselves are the owners of the department. The first element but I am pretty sure I'll see to produce data on the second there is no doubt because we are also able to self-manage the collection (maybe).
Ok, but what is celebrated? It celebrates the fact that strategy today was the writing of statistical mechanics (remember last year the good GC: "I think a good date for the writing is on December 27. Or January 2, GM:" Maybe not "), celebrates the arrival of boxes and boxes of flooring in the classroom infracessi (the tiles that make us still there?). But above all we celebrate the fact that the days get shorter and have stopped that now can only get better.
The great thing is to see the classroom Likof CL again in the hands of the forces of good and a lot of people queuing in the corridors waiting for someone self-proclaimed manager gives the order for permission to enter and overeat. What follows are crowds and crowds, dirt in the ground and people do not realize a simple truth: "If it's 3, or a hand to clean up or you go. However move your ass!" Explain it to drunk people is not easy.
And it is because of things like this that I'm in pieces?
Past tremors and herpes now I have the sty. This does not prevent me from going to play Roiano but raises an interesting question: how can I be a victim of so many diseases if stress is a month that are virtually on holiday? Blame it on
the black star
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