Не оборачиваясь, напоследок...

"...Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?.."

(c) Pink Floyd

Do that again and again, and you'll never get the answer for your "Why?"s...
*shrug*

Дожил, пора на выписку...

Вместо bugreport.txt прочитал buterbrot.txt и очень удивился...
Половину швов сняли, завтра остальное - и домой...
Но лондонская поездка, похоже, накрылась... Э-эх...