How To Smoke Filtered Cigars

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writing this while listening to a live vinyl Invisible Dance, an album of lyrics and rhythms youth that I still love despite age, possibly because it takes me those years when both enjoying my youth. I've been all winter, and before the fall, listening to Amy Winehouse , that I love despite discussions about it with my daughter. I love Amy's voice and the soul, puts soul apparently also fills his troubled personal life. I like real people ... and the musicians who leave the skin and the feeling in his songs. I must admit that it may be a little obsessed with music, because when I like something I hear every day. Like a mantra . As a meeting with myself or the rib of the Universe at that time are in the wave that I required.

I have yet to go to prescription eye (now three years since I supposed to annual review) and also because the glasses begin to not be in line with my vision needs. I have also yet to go to a dermatologist, and not only because, of course, also required annual review, but because I eczema attacks the scalp since I took the drug for smoking cessation is back on track. I imagine that encouraged by this crude, long and dreary winter weather (and staff). It should also go to the family doctor for the mandatory control of blood pressure, as I am prone to hypertension, and lately I notice that must walk the stratosphere. Also missed a medical examination of the company because they did not want blood drawn me (sorry, I can not stand, is beyond my physical and mental strength, perhaps a mental vaccine against both vampire on the loose! ), or I remember the need to perform other duties for which they have the time or not (for example, go to a gym), or they can turn life into an abominable prison (do not eat this or that). And it appears that I'm eating fairly healthy long .... Long before you multiply all those fundamentalists sacristanes healthy, sad ... and productive. Because deep down The System worry about that: to have healthy farmers who fatten on time, and are so sad (and happy to meet the requirements of the new religion "sanista") that die in time to avoid the pension charge and relieve the coffers, this monster cold.

would also have to go more often to the parent meeting of the college of my offspring, and the community of owners, and residents of the neighborhood association and the school board, and my union assemblies, and District Council meeting ... but the outside air is so warm, so many good friends and life so short ...