Wasting time

When I went to school in Vienna, trying to understand the goings-on, the Austrian boy at the next desk gave me a present. Something like this, but bigger and painted with colors. That was in 1957. 

For the record: I did no work today. I measured my BP and it was low, like a young man. Fed mostly on bananas and spent the day at home. Now I am trying to force myself to finish the Azriel Cannabis project.

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