I ate a cheese sandwitch.
Last night the full moon was glowing red. As it rose above the horizon, it became orange, then yellow. It was beautiful. I admired the reddish full moon for minutes.
Somebody loves me.
The Romanian Patriarch (Orthodox Church leader) has just died. Rest in peace.
The nation is supposedly mourning. I'm happy for him, he's going to Heaven.
I feel like slacking, drinking lots of beer, performing simple fornication and advocating free love!
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