Monday night. I want to go to a poetry evening and then to a concert. Poetry evening starts at 8. It is 7.40. I am lying on my couch, reading a book. Too lazy to move, too snug. Oh well, I will skip the poetry evening, just this once and go to the concert at 11. I continue reading. By 9.30 I have a feeling I should get up if I want to go to the concert, but decide to read a bit more. By 10 I am fast asleep on the couch. By 10.15 I am probably drooling all over it. As the evening was all about the couch and books, without further ado, I present them to you.
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