Diary of a natural blonde.

So I decided to write a diary. I think I will write in parallel with the “khrushchoba,” that is with past life. As they sing in the song “the very best day dropped in yesterday…”

What strange scales in our shower, combined with the toilet! For some reason they first show me the air temperature outside (I have already determined myself that it is hot), then a diagram of who knows what, suddenly the mysterious for me CO 2 lights up, then the percentage content of fats (whose? perhaps of those products that are in the refrigerator?). So what is this? Psychological preparation for my weight? Nothing of the sort! I think they determine the mood of the one being weighed and decide…. not to show the weight at all! “Well, to what lengths technology has gone!”