I.7 - Epiloghetto
Some people complain that I complain too much. I can not blame him.
E 'therefore time to close the first chapter and open a new, more lively.
I have ideas, but we must have patience. On the contrary: we accept suggestions.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Too Much Citrus Fruits Bad
I.6 - Filler
's just because I do not write on Friday that I try to do it tonight, while I wait the transition for training. The idea that this was a diary and a novel at the same time is faced with the simple reality is neither one nor the other. Maybe it's better that way.
the day when, finally, my first salary from employee has been credited to the account (remember well: seven days after the date on paycheck!) I hope very strongly as soon as possible to find a viable alternative. Yesterday
first timid music trial. Do not we have done much, but at least we tried. Numerous disparatissimi
and backlogs. It will never be a boss?
fatigue and pessimism now seem to be typical of Tuesday (I've always been an original type). Tomorrow I'll be certainly better, perhaps as early as tonight, but I'll take the opportunity to not feel so well on Tuesday? Or I give up to easy enthusiasm and unproductive?
's just because I do not write on Friday that I try to do it tonight, while I wait the transition for training. The idea that this was a diary and a novel at the same time is faced with the simple reality is neither one nor the other. Maybe it's better that way.
the day when, finally, my first salary from employee has been credited to the account (remember well: seven days after the date on paycheck!) I hope very strongly as soon as possible to find a viable alternative. Yesterday
first timid music trial. Do not we have done much, but at least we tried. Numerous disparatissimi
and backlogs. It will never be a boss?
fatigue and pessimism now seem to be typical of Tuesday (I've always been an original type). Tomorrow I'll be certainly better, perhaps as early as tonight, but I'll take the opportunity to not feel so well on Tuesday? Or I give up to easy enthusiasm and unproductive?
Friday, November 12, 2010
What Were The Morals Of Tmnt
I.5 - Dreams clerical
been years since I left to set your alarm. I mean, even during my period of no tire I happened to wake up early, but these were exceptions. Now I set the phone to ring every morning, Monday through Friday, at the same time and the precision to 8 (I know I'm privileged).
later opening his eyes and of course, the limbo between sleep and waking dreams distances from the state of consciousness in which the long-term memory begins to function, so you do not remember anything at all about what you dreamed. Moreover, having so much time in the day, they are dreams with open eyes and makes you sleep at night, period.
Now, all the things you do not have time to do all the thoughts that I have no time to develop, all the people who do not have time to love during the day end up in dreams parabolic tablets, strobe, incomprehensible, and yet everything added simple.
Last night I dreamed of such a friend that I can not wait too long and with whom I had a brief exchange electronic yesterday. Together with her I dreamed of playing poker, something that I just talked to other people, aware of the difficulty of organizing a lot to be here shortly.
short, everything that I used is not able to live the dream. Too bad it does not work with the laundry ...
been years since I left to set your alarm. I mean, even during my period of no tire I happened to wake up early, but these were exceptions. Now I set the phone to ring every morning, Monday through Friday, at the same time and the precision to 8 (I know I'm privileged).
later opening his eyes and of course, the limbo between sleep and waking dreams distances from the state of consciousness in which the long-term memory begins to function, so you do not remember anything at all about what you dreamed. Moreover, having so much time in the day, they are dreams with open eyes and makes you sleep at night, period.
Now, all the things you do not have time to do all the thoughts that I have no time to develop, all the people who do not have time to love during the day end up in dreams parabolic tablets, strobe, incomprehensible, and yet everything added simple.
Last night I dreamed of such a friend that I can not wait too long and with whom I had a brief exchange electronic yesterday. Together with her I dreamed of playing poker, something that I just talked to other people, aware of the difficulty of organizing a lot to be here shortly.
short, everything that I used is not able to live the dream. Too bad it does not work with the laundry ...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Slogan For Apriciation
I.4 - The art of sadness
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 ...
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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