Master is to start. Original 60,000 words should be completed by the end of the month, and the mood begins to fall into the depression crisis. It is difficult to concentrate on the computer in two weeks. After get off work, I will bow down in this heavy despair and look at another boring series. Yesterday, I finally had a turn and started watching "Hunter Diary". I can't concentrate on patient and uncollistened another Russian's lengthy and meaningless name, still in that kind of lovely bird, beast. I can only be so passive before I haven't seen the end. Just like a nostalgic mood, there is no famous drama, a unknown spring and autumn dream. However, when did my masterpiece started? My life is about to end? Unable to grasp the morning, night, language, and embarrassment.
