Saturday, February 12, 2011

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could not sleep last night: I was awake at five, after I fell asleep almost one o'clock. stomach pain, unnatural thirst, nausea and a sense of oppression.
Yesterday, in a fit of meanness, I have been shopping at Lidl back home is the nearest supermarket, and the propaganda of the low prices (which is largely true at all) did the rest. I bought, among other things, a smoked cheese that I had thought of doing on the grid thing I've done so many times, but scamorze comme il faut. This, however, already opened was strange: not because it was rotten, that it would then be passed directly from the package to rusco , but because he had a consistency of soggy and greasy that I should have already suspicious . but I, tetragon and tenacious, I am told that they were tutti pregiudizi, e sono andato avanti: direttamente sulla griglia bella calda.
ma ecco il secondo avvertimento: anziché compattarsi e diventare morbida sì, ma consistente, si è sciolta sulla sua stessa crosta, che si è immediatamente formata sulla faccia inferiore: tanto che le quattro fette in cui l'avevo divisa si sono unite in un unico piastrone molliccio, che solo dopo un po' si è rappreso e asciugato in misura tale che potesse essere trasferito nel piatto: operazione, nonostante tutto, sempre realizzata con qualche difficoltà, dato che la crosta, contrariamente all'usuale, non voleva staccarsi dalla piastra.
l'ho mangiata ugualmente: ma mi tornava alla mente la canzone della cantantessa , referred to in the title of the post, which had suffered recently. and tonight I am sorry sadly.
not want to be a unit against a company that has its raison d'etre, which employs a lot 'of people, and whose outlets are frequented by immigrants and retirees in search of business; nor the last to denigrate or disparage the former, but I do think that we do not set foot.

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