I have almost 10 medium writing entries in my drafts folder, I decided to write at least 2 every month but February puts me hard minus 2 days to self-imposed deadline. The most advanced post talks about how not want to grow, like maybe at my age should ride considering settling down and because I feel like it. I left half, three-quarters in fact, until I put fotito but just does not inspire me to finish and not inspired me in the last days of December to publish my post "New year, new goals in comply" I think RIEF that I can at removing the stud in.
As I walk I will relate just to loose my last Sunday with the trite name "Any Given Sunday," one of those who really are any, but easily could call especially since I left happy.
started with a very bad night, those in which they never manage to accommodate you and you spend changing channel, three times I went to the window to smoke, eat about 15 different flavors of gum, I saw from a special white shark to the Backyardigans will tell the truth, it seemed quite dull. The time passed very slowly, the timeline of Twitter too, not to mention Facebook, a grave always at that hour. All walked on the town or snoring while I watched my boy sleep soundly without being able to do the same. I blame the afternoon coffee or 4 hour nap that ended almost at 8pm.
About 4am I could get some sleep, finally closed my eyes, as is often end up having a nightmare which crowned my bad night. Before 7am was alert as owl again (it's difficult if not impossible to sleep in especially away from home). I (IMOS) from dragged its feet for several hours, the sun was brutal and scary carnival last Sunday so I stayed indoors most of the day, just took a quick tour of the roof to make some shots with my new camera that stubbornly continues to refuse to let me hallucinate photographer (photos stress out horrible).
I was in a very fun family meal and some picturesque glad I went from eating chilli rich but for not having the secret recipe for the dish of unpublished olives obvious charge to my mother.
afternoon continued on the boardwalk, recently one of my favorite places, I took horrible pictures, always happy click and devastated after giving play to see how it takes me out. Never mind, I kept good people watching, enjoying the dog hairdresser whose costs far exceeds mine, looking to spread the fog, waiting for the sunset. As they say, all right.
in film with a horror movie and feet up on the chair, which I do instinctively when I have fear. Fog and more fog out there, my favorite weather phenomenon accompanied me to the door of my house to close on Sunday with a kiss.
That was it and so I was happy for a day, the happiness effect dominguera still with me today, of course, seasoned with the stress of Monday, but still there.
PD Happiness and everything, just as I had nightmares last night, so everything's normal, I blame the peels.
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