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Today I noticed how simple activities may give subtle pleasure. You may think I’m strange. Well I will not deny. In fact I find myself a bit… eccentric . Well, to the point. I felt unusual, unknown happiness when I started ironing my shirt today. I experienced purifying and peaceful feeling while I was moving the iron through the material . One of these, which are difficult to explain. Those feelings just appear from time to time during an activity which needs no concentration. Suddenly all the nervousness “evaporated”. I was once again a small kid with no problems, enemies, people to look after. I just stood by the board and watched the iron smothly moving over the shirt. Once a friend told me that his father loved to wash dishes ’cause it made him relaxed. I laughed at it at the time, but now…

Yesterday we went to a park. We took a dog and the camera and went to spend some time together. I thought it would be good to take some pics in the autumn. You know, colorful and a bit melancholic. The CMOS sensor in my camera (Canon 10D) results in gorgeous photographs. My dog is a black labrador so I thought of a nice composition of a dog running and playing around fallen red and yellow leaves. We had a day off and we could sleep longer the day. I think we got up at noon. We had a breakfast and not long after that we were supposed to leave. My girl said she coludn’t go out without make-up. When she was finally ready the sun was already high. Days are shorter now, so when reached the park there was not enough light to take pics.

I’m writing this ’cause my friend said that all I create is too damn intelectual. Read this, pumpkin. I always brush my teeth while sitting on the stool. I can save some time doing both things at the same moment. Then I clean carefully and completely the bottom. Well, as a matter of fact, before doing this, but after completting shitting, I get up (I must get up to reach the basin) trying to keep the buttocks spread and I clean the toothbrush. Than I’m finally able to touch the ass. I do what all normal people shoud do with the paper. Then I wash my hands. If the process of getting rid of what I ate before, seems to be longer I may brush the teeth and then take a book. I always keep at least two books in the toliet, ’cause, again, it would be a horrible waste of time shitting without reading. I believe that people are divided into two groups: ones who read in the loo and some who say they don’t.

Last night I was in the game. I was one of the “Doom” characters chasing ugly creatures. I was runnig in a dark and scary maze, holding a large gun, collecting some items which I felt were strongly needed. Even though I was sure that it was a game and it was me who shoud have had no fear, I felt like a hunted beast, terrified animal chased by horrible monsters who wanted nothing but to kill. It was no fun at all. Moreover I was sure that I had to slay those living “things” . Otherwise I would get killed. So I had to murder the beasts. When I shot the first one I experienced a horrible feeling. Like I would kill a man. I started crying over the body of the poor creature. I felt awfully. I had the feeling a few times before in real life when something disatrous happend. I’m glad I woke up.