It has started already. This night's dream was about my father going mad about me and his car and everything - just going mad (my first rather realistic dream in a few months).
After I had put some butter on a roll, the roll slipped out of my head and in an attempt to catch it I produced a very complicated manoeuvre, after which the butter wasn't on the carpet but on my hand and my hair. Nothing I would necessarily need to stay alive.
I'm going to Prague in a few hours and don't know what clothes to put on. I should look at least a little officially but I'm afraid that since the weather forecast has been talking about rainstorms for the last two days, my trip to Prague will be rather wet. And as I'm not planning to carry a backpack with reserve clothes and shoes, I'll have to somehow survive.
(And I have skipped the fact that today I'll be mad as a wet hen (yes, I will - if the rain comes) for the stupid mistake I did in the scio competition... Whatever.)
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