Sometimes you realize you're unbearable than usual, that everything bothers you, you get irritated for no reason, that susceptibility runs in your veins. You are unbearable and first you do not know why.
Then you realize that in the Public Library, and we are the first time that happens, you had two of the three books I wanted and nobody really knows why; to eight computers to query searches only work two, that in the Val del Omar Sala projection of the Short Film Festival has failed in two of five, then one would sound all the time and another has been fuzzy all the time, that you protest and say they do not can do anything because the copy that they have recorded is so bad, that the website of the Festival of Shorts "International" was not updated with information on this issue until a day before the event began, that morning a I told Mrs. cries from the street that I was going to complain because you were watering "and for that there is a schedule," that the electrician has been over a month without appearing to repair the damage to the entrance, the restaurant under your house check the smoke from the kitchen to the street and is entirely legal, that you can not register to vote in your own home because the town still has not requested an inspection visit a year and half ago, that the council wants to ban from November 10 from acting on the street making noise to nap time and that we have to look normal, that to make an appointment for the doctor of Social Security have to call an 902; if you come to the clinic ten minutes before closing to apply for health cards tell you back tomorrow because I have turned off the computer "and takes a while to come on," that ... Total
there are days that one wonders if life is worth living in this damn town. For another day let the things that make me be me ...
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