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Men apparently tend to report their experiences and experiences to a highly subjective, slightly know-it-all, extremely superlative heavy, pictorial poetry. Be it your own car, the fish you caught with your own hands, the weights lifted in the gym or your own talent in the field of home improvement

Today was one of those wonderful mornings when the rays of the sun made me wake up in front of my alarm clock. And even if the sun had a snooze button, it would not have been pressed today. I felt good and got out of bed, made a short stop at the breakfast table and had a short shower before arriving

I think each of us has that one week a year when nothing just wants to come together. In which the days flow slowly and you are always happy when the next 24 hours have passed and you can pull the blanket over your head in the evening. Most of the time, you spend what feels like an eternity in your head

The small hand of my watch had just turned eight revolutions on the dial when my refrigerator made a scene for me. Furious, he said I'd been neglecting him lately. He demonstratively stuck out the empty vegetable drawer. I held up my hands soothingly and tried to explain myself, but he wouldn't hear

A war is raging within the confines of my body. Vaccines and a serum from a test tube in a medical laboratory far, far away launched an attack days ago and have since encircled the leukocyte and B-lymphocyte tribe more and more. There is not much time left until my immune system is completely taken over

Applied Mathematics:

A polished and tidy apartment + an astonishingly well-stocked fridge + a day off x wonderful spring weather - annoying appointments and obligations + an extended breakfast x staying in bed for a long time in the morning = the first over-20s tour of the year

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The weather frogs on TV, radio and the Internet agree: From tomorrow, the weather should no longer be as ideal for cyclists. My calendar also told me this morning that my last day of vacation is coming, if you want to see Saturday and Sunday as what they are by nature: weekends. The hay fever and the

Children will probably have clapped their hands for joy this morning if they have watched me run. Because I am sure that my walk made me look like a puppet from the Augsburg doll box because of a huge muscle ache. They must have mistaken me for Jim Button or Schlupp from the green star. My legs in particular

The early bird catches the worm! - How true! I was drawn out early and what can I say? It almost borders on the unabashed joy of damage when you watch the people struggle through the traffic chaos on their way to work, while you turn gracefully like a gazelle into Grabener Allee and savor your vacation