пишу ещё один день и думаю, что упражнение...

I am writing another day and I think that the exercise is coming to an end, like this year. there is no more enthusiasm to write "another day - this day." it was a good lesson, but in principle there is nothing to write about, although this was the whole point, that there is nothing to write about, but you have to write. but the exercise itself is fed up.
today I’m going to the dentist who is left to shock before the new year, a New Year’s drill song awaits me.
They fed the pigeons - I traced through the window, the pigeons will remember this year as a full year - thanks to some aunt who watches the pigeons. it is surprising that the pigeons recognize her, and the crows are afraid.
weather frank shit, as in Europe, only without the sun.
what else...
in the evening, if everything goes well, then friends will come - we will see off the new year and them - they will leave somewhere after by train. have to drink a lot, and for this and that.
I'm afraid the dentist will ruin my remaining damaged teeth. this is a strange fear of course.
that’s probably all - the exercise came to its epic conclusion - now only short sketches on the topic. probably,
as with push-ups - sometimes when it is impatient. I’ll go to "one of the days."
my girlfriend returned from massage - got up at eight in the morning - and there were four massages in a week, something was clearly wrong with her ...