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enot06Все мои почтовые ящики на yahoo недоступны. С субботы. Календарь доступен, приходят напоминания про визиты к врачу, назначенные до отъезда в Москву. Это хорошо. А про почту я только знаю, сколько там непрочитанных сообщений. Число их растет. Мне пишут. Это хорошо. С lj аккаунтами можно надеятся, что я вижу комментарии. С личным и того нет. Дерьмо ситуация. Интерсно, что у них с е-мэйловыми серверами. И доколе!
Иосиф приходит утром и говорит медленно и членораздельно: "Каша манная. Соль, сахар. Молока нет. Вода?".
Psychotherapy joke.
Doctor Bob had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all week
long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he simply couldn't. The
feelings of guilt and betrayal were overwhelming.
Every once in a while though, he'd hear that soothing voice within
himself, trying to offer reassurance: "Bob, don't worry about it.
You're not the first Doctor to sleep with one of his patients, and you
won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go."
But invariably, the other voice would bring him back to reality: "Bob,
you're a vet."
Иосиф приходит утром и говорит медленно и членораздельно: "Каша манная. Соль, сахар. Молока нет. Вода?".
Psychotherapy joke.
Doctor Bob had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all week
long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he simply couldn't. The
feelings of guilt and betrayal were overwhelming.
Every once in a while though, he'd hear that soothing voice within
himself, trying to offer reassurance: "Bob, don't worry about it.
You're not the first Doctor to sleep with one of his patients, and you
won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go."
But invariably, the other voice would bring him back to reality: "Bob,
you're a vet."
