I am still in Sochi. At work. Good moms gone bad. Cases wealth cash teen ... so just staged a holiday staff department, in which I komandiruyus. Chris, we popili to glory.

Now I am drunk ... but by the end of the working day still tueva hucha time. But now I want something completely deactivated :))))

The evening will go to the sea. Then, in some kafeshku zaburimsya. There are many prikolnyh.

Overall, not pridiraytes to my French. Not that I am able standing.

Before leaving in Sochi, I left this post in the community zamechtatelnom one. The discussion was very interesting. But I want to hear, and you, my friends. * rabotaetsya not let me now. Yes. Not rabotaetsya .*

Quote of the Encyclopedia: "Grafomaniya (from the Greek and grafo-. Μανία-madness, freak), and attracted a painful addiction to the strengthened and sterile scriptures, the long form and blank, writing useless. Grafomany seeking to publish their works. Example, without literary abilities They are trying (sometimes successfully) to publish their works of art, a graphomaniac with no scientific knowledge, seeking to publish their pseudo-scientific treatise. Grafomanicheskie trend is not unusual among vexatious, or if shizoidov psychopaths. "

Reflect ... in that sometimes when I was "naive Albanian schoolgirls and not suspect that once and I will suffer the fate ZhZhzhizma I uvlekalas spelling small stories, essays, essays and simple observation of the world. Indeed, in my life, not much has changed with the advent of scary. Just now what comes into my head, read not only my relatives and close friends.

So, who is such a graphomaniac? Bad psevdo-pisatel, who wants to push through its empty, devoid of artistic value pisaninu? Mad man who writes everything and everywhere, oblivious to the real world? Or just people astray smallest and largest of writing prose or poetry, but should not be confused with neither the writer nor the poet?

So who is he really? What think you? And if the notion of "graphomaniac" has lost its original meaning and is now negative widely used in the Litas. forums, and the communities in journals only with some irony, and does not prevent people proudly called graphomaniac, why, then, the word is often used in disputes ZhZh-razborkah exchanges and a variety of people, giving words of expressive color and trying to offend those of another human being? Not once was a witness to this, reading other people's comments and positions. Yes and I am not going capita ourselves, a couple of times getting in the flesh, even though these people did not know me and had no submission, I write books or stories or just modestly leading ZhZh-dnevnik for themselves and their friends.

Very interested in hearing your views. 

 Strange feeling ... balansiruyu as if on the edge of the abyss, trying not to fall down. And not because I badly or life turned backwards. All excellent. Just feeling is ... weightlessness, uncertainty, loss.

Thoughts feverishly attacked the brain and vystraivayutsya not in the logical chain. Too much information. Too. Surplus information is a unique emotional disruption. It weighs on the brain, destroying it. In such moments, it seems, can get off mad.

To begin with, I like good ZhZhshnik opened friends, "peremotala" on the day of departure and undertook to read. Community prolistyvala one eye, the same positions frendov tried to read. First, even poluchalos.

And then, all before the eyes zaryabilo ... many busy line, someone calls, trying to attract attention, to tell about myself, just happy to share with friends or grief, to express their mood, to leave feedback about the book or the movie. All pereputalos, and the mix between zakruzhilos vortex in the wild. I, admit this has never been. Like would I read and understand everything, so just think if I read not ZHZH different people, and a solid insane story. Erratic, sometimes senseless, sometimes interesting, sometimes a distant and alien to me ...

Later, I did lose thread. The mere buzzing ... Zhu-zhu-zhu-somebody photos. Zhu-zhu-zhu-bad mood anyone. Zhzhzhzhzhzh-new work. Zhzhzhzhy-zhzhzhyy-zhzhzhy-gains on the personal front. Zhzhzhah-zhzhzhzhah-zhzhzhah-fiction story. Brrrr ... forgive me, friends. But soon, I stopped and did realize that something. Videla only a glowing lantern and moshkaru it. Flies to light, history, rushing somewhere, is excited to buzz all its zhzhzhzhzhizn. Yes only those who hear it?

Eh ... well, yes Ok. However most of my osilila. For someone poradovalas, pogrustila together with someone. And that's what I say, you do not see so many frendlenty! This is harmful to the health-receive such a large number of different and incompatible practical information.

Yes, and still is director of our company on vacation leave. I for the chief, as deputy. Wagon and small trolley-Yele orders had time to write. The head of psychiatric crackle ... must sleep. Morning evening smarter. I know-prosnus tomorrow, and all will be to their seats. And will not weigh me a sense of wild informative goods.