one hour.

a friend calls early in the afternoon asking if i want to join him in some pub to watch the champion's league match between chelsea and barcelona. i decline, because i have already things arranged with another friend. then i have to decline that too, because something must be done at work after my time to leave. it turns out to be a flop and i end up having dinner and watching the match in a pub nearby alone. i was hoping for chelsea to win and go to the finals, by the way, and barcelona's last-minute goal ruined that too. and along the way, i still find the time and the opportunity start a wildfire with an unintentional spark. 

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learned something out of all this. if it takes me more than one hour in bed to get up after i'm awake, then the day will be pointless from its very start. better turn off the lights and go on sleeping.