As Dolly Parton. Well, not exactly true, although chest circumference and share the feeling that the work is a byproduct, but almost. My first week on the new job has been like returning to a life that you knew existed, but that seemed to exist only for others. Sure there are bad things, of course, how to lose those hours of silence are from midnight until early morning, or the privilege to sit on the subway.
The subway is another story, but let the days go by to see if I'm getting at that hour and a half it takes me to leave my home to work. Or to see if I start to take a little less, because it is amazing how slow can go a subway train. Somehow, I do not know how, I have to convince myself that it is not so bad give me these early mornings, I'm going to read more and more hours to sleep well. For now, the early mornings I more or less well, read the same as before because I can not read up and also today I've been sleeping so soundly supported by the extinguishing of the car, until I think I had time to dream. Of course, now rogue again free newspapers (only privilege for early risers) and gives me a lot of time listening to music.
Thanks to that I could get me disk full of Rufus Wainwright, which I know by heart, and this weekend I enjoy the De luxe edition that came to my house courtesy of Play.com, about 23 euros admissible not comparable to the 41 I threatened to FNAC. Clearly, when the FNAC me know to tell me that love has come to give me the answer: "Well, you see, is that since the May 16 it ordered, it appears that I have received an almost half the price you gave me. "Click. The click is when they hang up, and obviously I put it here as a dramatic device (like the poor of the news editor of Antena 3, which call handling anything, please!), Because I'm educated lady that hangs people. I also crushed the "Time Being" by Ron Sexsmith, a guy who recommended me Javi, a brief ex-coworker who was very nice and good musical taste, because it is the second CD of Sexsmith haunts me. The album has great songs, but only has video of All in good time. It is not my favorite (Snow angel, I think we're lost or Ship of Fools have the privilege), but not bad. It is this:
What else is left? Oh yeah, I sleep. No, I'm sleeping more, but for some reason I wake in a better mood and I'm finally getting take less than an hour out from home since the alarm clock. The same is because it is almost summer, just because it costs up early but am very happy to leave soon. It's one thing I always hated to work on television, those times absurd that make you go at 10 or 11 in the morning and all they do is to lose all day at work and switch on with the feeling that your life is not yours. Do you sometimes have a purpose? Yes, but not always, and least in certain positions. I thanked
return of the tension of the daily live. For someone like me who is easily distracted and is aimed think about everything too much pressure to deliver time ago that all doubts be dispelled, because there is no time to hesitate. Nor is there time to think about doing more elaborate things, but of course, not everything can be had. Well yes, but in this country things are not working well. So here I am, spending mornings with her ass stuck in the chair and typing non-stop. And I like it because I feel more alive, and because I see how pages are falling and there is no waiting. Because I'm well, and I need the obligation to get going, and I feel that way I get paid to wait, and do not feel guilty about not doing things I could have done but I do not know how to do and disappoint who do not want to disappoint me.
mornings fly by when you can barely move to take a leak because it contains and when you wake up you have to support you because you get dizzy head on the keyboard to the screen and display the files of the authors. When the eyes see only your fingers hitting keys and my ears are going to isolate songs from the fuss of writing, because I do not know if I told you, but I get distracted with anything. And in the evening, and supplies the script and the program starts and machinery has been set up for another day. Then
are only six in the evening and you go, and the sun shines, and there airecito, and you know you have the evening ahead. I did not realize until Friday, because the first few days of observation, but when it happened I felt the need to tell everyone how happy I was to return to "normal" and end early on Friday. I called a fellow, I called my sister (who was even better plan than me, had his feet in the Mediterranean Sea), I called friends, and called the Walker, who as a man attached to topics Catalan, it is rat and does not buy a new phone, although that is not functioning properly. I told them I was going to the subway, walk from the center to go to a concert or a movie. At the end overcame the idea of \u200b\u200bcinema because too little lately because I occasionally remember me immense happiness that I have provided these movie nights alone. Zodiac was chosen. What a great choice! Some time ago I stopped trying to write something like movie reviews, because I'm good, but if I say that I slept in more than two hours and a half of the movie, know me know that this is very good for a movie.
The weekend was helpful. I ate with my parents, I visited the book fair, attended a flash mob (use google, it's too late) making soap bubbles,
saw a photo exhibition and was of straws with John and other friends who treat me well and let me take their daughters. I also saw "Lost," played with Salsa, I wandered and went on some blogs, friends and politicians. I stayed home to avoid unnecessary purchases of first Sunday of the month, and I thought again that I have to lose weight, sometimes being alone scares me, and I have to do a lot of things I always forget to do. And I felt normal.
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