First the smell. Bliyeckhhhh!!! And they call it "cleaning" the floor in the hallway. It seeps into my living room and into my kitchen and coats my eggs with rotting hyacinth smell. So I sit on the balcony to eat. The patio door is wide open, in order to let lots of fresh air into my apartment. But it also creates a current of air exiting the apartment, so I have to sit in just the right spot and keep my face in the right direction so as to not smell it.
And then the world situation and personal disappointments weigh heavily on me.
This is going to be a very bad day. I think I will run away. Actually, that's the most logical thing to do. Either that or I could bury myself in language study to avoid thinking. But that gets old after a while. So instead...
I'm going to take myself out for pizza!
So I will have to rush, rush, rush to do a ton of laundry and housework. And then, kosher pizza, here I come!
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