день девятнадцатый

...and then sometimes I think what it could have been like if I moved to an English speaking country... instead of... and there are tears in my eyes... and I love, adore and bow to the precise and concise beauty of English..

...hell, I can't even be defeatist for long! not when there's another huge load of homework waiting. now that Heikki is back with us every day is a slow torture.. he's great and all but the course is still your worst nightmare come true. two weeks to presentation...