Eyebrows Before&after

to an end in April, not at all sweet sleep





I go back to the blog post after two days of absence unexplained insomnia, which has left me with the neurons that foolishly swam in circles, like goldfish in a fishbowl. Like all mothers, I fully agree with those who enrolled in the forced deprivation of sleep in the list of torture prohibited by the Convention of Human Rights and, in particular as a mother of two young daughters, I should have done some callus the chronic shortage of sleep.
But after two nights spent with eyes wide open like a fish on the marble table in a fish market, while in my brain neurotransmitter risiko a raging mad, eager to take over each other, and while dopamine and serotonin were tearing the Kamchatka, hoping to spread into Eurasia to finally reach their goal, I have finally found a psychophysical law that concerns me: that is, the decrease of sleep, increases the specific gravity of my scassamarronaggine.
More specifically, my atomic weight reaches several tons, so you do not understand how to make the boat to stay afloat.
below list some of the many sentences I have spoken with the same content seamlessly throughout the day yesterday and sent to the various crew members. A waste of time, you can try to guess the lucky recipient of each.
"But I'm half past six! Back in your bed, you wake up before 7 PROHIBITED.
"But because we only have green tea? It 's like drinking rinsing the dishes."
"When pulirai TU all your scraps, you can eat wandering around the boat. Until then, eat at the table."
"Your plate is full of the same things, then he may eat from her if she does not want?"
"And because you can not eat things from your plate, so if you do not want more?"
"Go fishing today? Ah."
"There are two equal pink are the same, are equally bad, WHY 'you really want her?"
"If I say not to, does not mean that if you look you can do it!"
"How do I know where you hid your teddy bear? It 's your best friend, not mine."
"When I want to spend an entire afternoon watching the door of the washing machine. It 'a wonderful show."
Luckily Carlotta thinks to put things right by sending Gigi with some delicacy: pizza, crepes, quiche, pie.
The mouths chew, tempers calm down, the smiles back, stomachs are filled, and eyelids (eventually) fall.
My grandmother and my mom told me so, and they were right. Knowing how to cook well is an essential thing.
In my next life I swear I'll learn!