...such as ill-bred children. A few hours ago, I once again became the majority owner of my life. The one I had, by the principle of boiled frogs, rented out for duration of the last three torturous days to a friend, or rather acquaintance from Hungary. To her and especially her sons. A few hours ago I had them escorted back to the train station. And with that today's probably the fourth time after a while that I arrived first in the office. Cases where I'll fall asleep with my head on the keyboard from exhaustion and be woken up by employees in the morning don't count. The said woman I met around eight years ago. During this time she "produced" two sons and husband. The day before arrival she informed me that her kids will be coming too, since she wasn't able to find a a babysitter. Her youngest is the early reincarnation of John McEnroe, and above all, is completely spoiled and rude. Being a little over a year and a half old, the little one is still being nursed every two hours, so I suggested that in view of the obvious extreme ideology to meet all the needs of her children she could slowly start helping older son with masturbation. In short, the older hyperactive kid and the small "yeller" have managed to "demolish" my life, office, assistant and residence.