Thursday, July 28, 2005
A Dull Day
So my friends, I took today totally dull. No the running. No writing. No labor. When I woke up this morning, I crawled outside bed and I tried with coffee to be persuaded to leave for a running. After a cup finished, I came to the conclusion that I have been pretty to push hardly in my life, and which I deserved a dull true day. I went so again to bed.
I made more ahead the laundry, that could sound like work. But in fact volume to please more of few things than the piled up ones of clean clothes. So that outside a happy thing.
Then I competed to the cinema to see the film Crash. In certain point in the film, I cried. Perhaps really it cried for my lost weekend, for the fact that I am not passing this same moment that returns to connect (of so many ways) with my lover of San Francisco. But I suspect that it had more to do with the abilities storytelling of Paul Haggis.
In any case I came to house and I passed a little hardly of the time hunts loopers of col. Encontre' to many of them, who did the sensation to me as if neglecting my tomatos.
Also, Netflix had sent to me that the Star Trek the intravenous one, that I enjoyed very the well excessive Mexican food. After this I have a small hope to leave to satisfy the women who live next door. They were going to sing karaoke, a thing for which something of you you know that I have a genuine weakness.
Maintaining it brief then, tonight. A kiss to you everything. Specially you, my Stroma, wherever you are.
Incidently, also I buried today the second mortality between the three original pumpkins that polinicé. It lowered to the right of the grapevine. Here it is the picture of the baby, in memoriam:
I made more ahead the laundry, that could sound like work. But in fact volume to please more of few things than the piled up ones of clean clothes. So that outside a happy thing.
Then I competed to the cinema to see the film Crash. In certain point in the film, I cried. Perhaps really it cried for my lost weekend, for the fact that I am not passing this same moment that returns to connect (of so many ways) with my lover of San Francisco. But I suspect that it had more to do with the abilities storytelling of Paul Haggis.
In any case I came to house and I passed a little hardly of the time hunts loopers of col. Encontre' to many of them, who did the sensation to me as if neglecting my tomatos.
Also, Netflix had sent to me that the Star Trek the intravenous one, that I enjoyed very the well excessive Mexican food. After this I have a small hope to leave to satisfy the women who live next door. They were going to sing karaoke, a thing for which something of you you know that I have a genuine weakness.
Maintaining it brief then, tonight. A kiss to you everything. Specially you, my Stroma, wherever you are.
Incidently, also I buried today the second mortality between the three original pumpkins that polinicé. It lowered to the right of the grapevine. Here it is the picture of the baby, in memoriam:
