I can not sleep, so blogging for a while .. tonight after three days of inactivity I had a good time on the 10km, 53'34 "on the city tour. It 's a record on this track and is 40 seconds on the absolute primacy 10000metri .. I feel the time ripe to overthrow this record, I have to find the right path (where I had done record, on an oval in the industrial area, there are dobberman the workshop to chase and coming out at night when the dogs are locked up, there is no light!) .. I'll think about!
Now my thoughts are kidnapped by the university to file with the secretariats to receive the degree that I will need to apply for admission to a professorship for a lawyer!
What pissed this morning proposito.Han thought to put one of those in the secretariat machines queue .. but since we are Italian, which has happened:
office hours 10/12: 30
a sign on them (those office) stated that the machine was placed in the hallway at 9:45 .. Lie was already placed by 9. After fifteen minutes the tickets were all gone. The people began to gather around 9:30 at the door, noting that the machine had no tickets, but absolutely not thinking about what would happen within hours!
The office opened at 10, so iniziavan to be called .. the numbers seemed to be a business plaza, called numbers by voice in the corridor, there were many in the office and dozing, the bad habit went well until near closing time when the door was closed! A girl came out of the office and annoying voice informed us that they would not have called the "free ticket" .. tell you what I'll leave you to imagine how the crowd is literally furious. The comments were more civil
- You could not tell us to 10 us to do two and a half hours in a row, that should go away without a ticket!
-Tickets were finished before the time you said the exposure of coffee! But
must have been when a guy from making rude, think of Nuoro, in accordance with epithets hurled, came out from behind the door of the office to enforce its Vote! At that point, have called the supervisor and I am away .. the certificate I have not had, and I spent a morning fantozziana, when I left I could think of that song by Gaber "I do not feel Italian, but fortunately, unfortunately, luckily I am ":) No
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