Avoid Socks Slipping In Shoes

I suppose it's spring

I do is hang, I have to study if I do the bare minimum, sometimes I even pretend to understand something of the letters, which are transformed as if by magic under the eyes that close. Today I pulled on the couch, the blanket over his shoulders, I could not even read, his eyes go down, but sleep does not come. He sleeps badly on the sofa, sleeps badly, knowing that you still have to eat. You know that if you go to bed at 21:00, will not you sleep, and you'll be turning over in bed linens to count sheep? Once I got a hundred, then I did eat the sheep by a wolf. Not working. Fever? Nothing, just exhaustion. Phew, it will be later in the spring