As I told it’s cold in my office. And there are two facts I want to mention today.

1. We have a wall split air conditioner in one of the rooms, but neither I, nor my boss nor my boss remember how to turn on the heating. She was really cold, I gave her my warm shirt I brought to work yesterday. She looked really good and got warm. Don’t know why, but people usually look nice in my closes. Probably I have good taste))).

2. My other colleague probably has only one warm sweater so she wears it every day. And I feel her smell in classrooms long after she’s gone. I hope this will stop when the temperature is OK inside. She’s a nice woman apart from it. 

A nightmare

I had a nightmare today. My mind plays tricks on me, as usual. 

Sonia appeared out of thin air on Saturday (or maybe Friday) evening, when I desired to get to Y.’s place. I was standing on a bus stop and the bus came. It was going to be a long road and most possibly Y. wouldn’t mind, so I told Sonia she could go with me and we would phone Y. from the bus and decide what to do. But I didn’t want to take her with me.

The bus that goes from me to the destination is usually full of drunk trash. So there were 3 chavs on that one. Sonia started making jokes about the girl whose jeans were low enough to see her thong. There came a fight. I was telling her to stop and the chavs not to pay any attention to her ‘cause she was stupid. I even started communicating to one of them about fishing and other “man’s” stuff, and everything seemed to be ok, But at the next bus stop Sonia got off the bus in tears, saying something like she couldn’t bear this anymore. 

I followed her. There were the stairs which went down from the bus stop. She ran down shedding the rear tears and muttering something to me. She headed to the tram station. The landscape looked like one near the tram terminus in Volgagrad. Dry sandy soil, the trees without leaves - it was autumn. I ran after her, thinking “Here we come! Y.’ is not the only one now.” (She is used to having scandals with her significant other). I was shouting something like “Then fuck you! I’m not going to coddle with you, I’m not going to care about you! Fuck you!” 

After hearing this she changed her mind, ran back to me and said she wouldn’t do that anymore. I told her we should go back to the road to a trolley bus station. She ran up the hill through the trees. I complained: “You’re always leading me through the bushes!” Branches whipped my face. 

When we came to the trolley bus stop I understood that something was wrong with the place. It definitely wasn’t the main street. It was too quiet there. There were less and less people. Something reminded me about the place I knew, the place I was going to be at, but really a little.

AND THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE THAT SONIA WAS A DEMON. SHE HAD A GROUCH ON ME, SO SHE STARTED CHANGING\DELETING THE SPACE AROUND ME.

 Then I woke up.

I should admit that Sonia isn’t my girlfriend. I’ve never had anything intimate with her and I’ve never really wanted. And yes, I went to bed really drunk yesterday.

A fresh photo of the tomatoes.
13th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/97365692030/they-dont-stop-surprising-me-the-smallest-ones
6th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/96789435650/my-tomatoes-some-are-really-big-but-others-stay
1st August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93434685870/my-tomatoes-little-pretties
27 July http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/92999931550/i-finally-did-it-these-are-going-to-be-tomatoes 
6th August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93969728620/almost-all-my-little-pretties-are-in-separate-pots

A fresh photo of the tomatoes.

13th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/97365692030/they-dont-stop-surprising-me-the-smallest-ones

6th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/96789435650/my-tomatoes-some-are-really-big-but-others-stay

1st August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93434685870/my-tomatoes-little-pretties

27 July http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/92999931550/i-finally-did-it-these-are-going-to-be-tomatoes 

6th August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93969728620/almost-all-my-little-pretties-are-in-separate-pots

Suddenly understood that today is the second Monday in a row that I started with about a litre of vegetable juice. I must admit that it is a good way to make Monday a more pleasant day. A whole litre of tasty tomato and beetroot and carrot and cucumber and celery mix ONLY for me.I think I should make this a tradition. 

They don’t stop surprising me. The smallest ones came into blossom yesterday, the others still have no buds.

the 6th of september http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/96789435650/my-tomatoes-some-are-really-big-but-others-stay

1st August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93434685870/my-tomatoes-little-pretties

27 July http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/92999931550/i-finally-did-it-these-are-going-to-be-tomatoes 

6th August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93969728620/almost-all-my-little-pretties-are-in-separate-pots

I woke up at 8:30 today, I had a substantial breakfast, I had classes from 10 a.m. to 15 a.m.. And I’m going to have one more class in the evening. Thanks god there are no new students today.This day is sooo long.

I had a good mood (thanks to the breakfast, I think), but still I wait for the weekend to come. I’m looking forward to watching thrillers/horror films with Y. (Last Sunday we watched The Mist and it appeared to be a lot of fun.) 

Yesterday I spent a night at Sonia’s place. Hardly had I slept.

Looks like somebody had a night of love. Nope. Somebody slept on a very uncomfortable sofa without a pillow. I had a dream about a pillow. Seriously, there were several dreams about me looking for a pillow. And at 8 something a.m. her roommates turned on the radio and it was roaring quite loudly until I left.

At least I liked the music. This radio is usually on in my favourite Chinese/Japanese take away, so it felt really weird trying to sleep to it.

(and here’s the radio https://www.radiorecord.ru/player/?from=undock)