If every day we called a spade a spade, here's to you are: in the morning I get up from the bed, struggling with disaniey and paresthesia, then I go to the bathroom, from which come out with a slight rectal tenesmus. In the bathroom, I brush my lunula or just cut, if they become too long. While boiling kettle and a few will stand arms akimbo, looking at his finger Morton and polovlyu bit phosphenes. Do not you understand? Read inside, everything will become clear :)
White upper part of the nail, which is usually cut men and women paint over paint.
Points of Latin beeches i and j.
Rays of sunlight, which make their way through the gaps between individual clouds.
The metal rim, connecting with a pencil eraser.