Be evening

This is getting ridiculous. The clock has actually stopped, it’ll never turn 17.00. How can that be? What kind of evil force has been to work here? Im going to sit here all my life and the time will never be more than 16.15 friday afternoon.
From what I’ve heard so far, this weekend, about 1000 people are going to visit my apartment. It’ll be fun, but theres only three places where you can sleep. My cousin Morrison is going to be among them.
I hope that they’re not to picky about breakfast the next day… All I have is coffe and cigarettes, and a cheese.

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