The night before ...
... is almost as usual: I feel like I were driven nuts. Not the faintest idea why this is so each year. Feel like going up the walls, jumping from the balcony, crushing something ...
Perhaps this time it's because tonight, I had to drive to my colleague in order to hand over the equipment bag. I plugged in the satnav, typed the address, pulled out and ...
That d****d machine tried to guide me into the opposite direction. Three times the system didn't accept the new address, stealthily replacing it by another.
I mean, I know my town by and large, but I don't know every short backstreet. Fortunately, I realized I was on the wrong way. But three times . The detours took me almost half an hour.
It's over. Still feel like shouting and destructing.
Don't.
Calm down.
Take a lute.
Get out to the pub later.
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