Everything
started in the last Saturday, my brother’s birthday. We wanted to do something,
so we invited some friends to our house in Rancagua and then we would left to
the disco and have a good time, but maybe I drank too much, so I don’t remember
anything of what happened in the disco.
My memory
is back the Friday at 2 p.m. in my bed, something was left. Sadly, it was my
cellphone. It only lasted 3 months. My parents aren’t going to buy me a new
one.
Then, in
the Monday morning I had thousands of important things to do, but, by my fault,
I woke up at midday, I also missed classes. At 15 o’clock I went to workshop,
thanks god I could leave the class earlier, so I went straight to the hospital,
to make a blood donation as fast as possible so then I could finish my job for
the workshop the next day, but after the donation I felt terrible, with nauseas
and stuff. I couldn’t work until 22 o’clock.so I had to stay up all night long.
Although I finished
the job, I still have to fix my problem with the phone number, life sucks.
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