Such empty Moscow metro during rush hour, I have never seen. And if the Circle line was still a lot of people (but much less than usual), then at Sokol'nicheskaya at half past seven in the evening rode only 10 people! (typically 200-300)
People are afraid to go on a bad metro line.
Today my little modestly LJ added as a friend blogger-thousand Nuzgul. I went to him, I see who is this, but is writing about, and just shock the last post. I can not quote this masterpiece in full. If this is a PR move - yet I would be cited and raise the popularity of blogs to heaven - that, my dear Cyrill, I admire you, and consciously included in the ranks of your PR. If all true - to my delight there are no boundaries - is not everyone is able to write about himself. In any case - Respect (without irony).
Incidentally, in the profile blogger wrote: "the most honest blogger." You read this and believe! A comment on the post did not see the point. In this case, it will look like notation, which is all the same, no one can perceive. If he thinks so, so for him it's true. Someday, with experience, he will think differently. And it would also be true for him.
Finally watched this movie and I was sensational. Frankly: watching, not because it was interesting, but purely to expand horizons, to know what all the talk so much. Well, that's her short thoughts on the matter.
Small, but extremely strange thing happened to me today. I slept a deep sleep (always at this time sleeping, because I am too late to lie down). Suddenly in the brain thought: "Five to ten". I woke up, looked at his watch - it was exactly five minutes to ten. Rolled over and fell asleep again. Both before and after I wake up - no dreams, no vision - the abyss in which we do not.
This time nothing to me then. I never got up at five to ten, did not set an alarm clock, meetings not appointed, no cases had not planned - nothing!
And trifle like, even nonsense, but why sometimes we have things like this happen? How does the brain (if brain) may, with such precision feel nothing meaningful in the present time and what it is?
Riddle. Another mystery, which none of the therapist does not give an answer. And they say that we are the kings of nature - even myself do not know their own internal processes. What can we say about the rest?
Winter this year we have gives strange. Dec. 1st at the lawns was green grass and crept a vague suspicion: instead of global warming because it operates? A week blasted cold, but such as rarely happens at all.
Yesterday 11 consecutive hours spent on the street. Without rest and heating. The temperature ranged from - 20 to - 23. First, the habit was very difficult. But the man is a creature that quickly gets used to everything. Even to what he does not want to. And now closer to the evening frost seemed almost native.
Today, early in the morning he ran for a jog in the park. Wrapped in cotton jackets Uzbeks-janitors looked at me with great surprise. For them, it is generally north pole. Probably curse their fate How much is in vain for what were here.
Usually crowded park seemed extinct: no athletes, no kennel, or mothers with prams, or suffering opohmelitsya in the bosom of nature. Some proteins, which for some reason today was in the park a great variety. They have so much fun romping about that immediately became clear: Life goes on!
