Today one of my groupmates accused me of appearing at the Uni only on Tuesdays. And he was right, although I've no idea why Tuesdays are so special to me.

Haven't slept a single minute the night before. It's obviously time to do something about that. Of course, I know that between this decision and some real steps taken will pass at least a month.

Tommorow my PC will be upgraded at last. Probably after that I won't need any more exterior hard drives. But you can never get enough.

Once again they started broadcasting 'House MD' on Russian TV. The fact is pretty good, yet there are those bad little things.
Fisrt of all: the actor voicing Greg is oh so honey-voiced...you can't imagine. And that doesn't make the series even more funny. No, it doesn't.
Secondly: in Russian, we have this difference between the informal 'you' and the formal 'You', which are 2 different words. And in the series all of the characters address each other formally, with 'You'. I wonder if House will continue adressing Cuddy this way after they'll have their first sleep together.

Quite many people asked me how Rubin had managed to win the Russian Championship. Well, guys, on Tuesday they showed you how.

Ironically, yesterday CSKA's performance against MU was hell of a lot better, but they lost.

This Uni week's over, thanks God, but I still have one necessary task to complete. Today or this weekend I need to meet one of my old aquaintances. The reason is unexplicable. That is, I can explain it to neither you nor myself. And that's the problem with most of our daily tasks' necessity.

OK, my neighbours aren't criminals. They're in military service, which is no better. Still, I've no idea of what the fuck they're doing at night. Last night they wouldn't let me fall asleep again. At 4 in the morning a woman left their apartment and after dragging a couple of boxes across the floor for a while, they went to sleep. So did I. Then I woke up at 7, came to the Uni late and have been having this horrible headache ever since.

The 7th Uni week is coming.

Don't wanna comment on Russian team's performance of yesterday. Germany played a little better, but we still have every chance to get to South Africa next year. I'm not worried about that.

Our new neighbours in the apartment below us are criminals. If you don't live in Russia you may think that it's pretty normal for this country, but it's not. They're 4 men apparently of Caucasian origin (probably Chechnya or Ingushetia). This isn't the reason why I consider them criminals, sure. It's not enough. Here's the enough: these 4 men, aged approx. 30, don't look like relatives - simply don't look alike, they don't work (always at home, except that sometimes some of them leave at night), they have guests at night (usually middle-aged women, with whom they don't have fun or anything, but instead just talk quite aggressively in loud voices - which is a usual habit of the southerns). While they're having these guests, it usually sounds like they're moving some furniture (no, it's not crazy sex; it's some heavy items being dragged around). The door is being opened and closed every three minutes. God damn it. Seems like everything is meant to keep my paranoia awake.

Is the Nobel Prize Committee still based in Norway or has it already moved to the west?