My old writings were much more lively. Sure, there were complaints and whining, but those were created with a certain air of artistic, I guess. I realize however that this diary is a sequence of small and whining, even more seriously, I have not the will to change the registry.
Today arrived my first paycheck. Sooner or later I'll talk, but I do not feel ready yet to do so. In any case, the ultimate sanction of my being employed, and the miles that indicates the end of the month # 1 job (Really is something more).
Of all the things I plan to do at this time and instead I have not yet done so, perhaps one that weighs on me most is the virtual absence of music from my life: I have not managed to organize even a test and the What began to bother me a lot.
If before I had a sincere admiration for those who work 40 hours per week, are nonetheless able to express themselves artistically, in any way, now mine is a real reverence. Return home when it's dark already and thinking of leading a gang of anarchist musicians is really difficult, but I have to try at all costs.
also back to playing regularly basketball after the Beauty of eight years is not very simple thing and although I do really well Sgambati biweekly, and the physical humor, I must admit that they are just poor and less than blatant favoritism of his brother-manager, this year will heat the the bench for long minutes ...
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