Today I smoked again in my room. I can still see it now, the smoke claiming his mastery over the air of the room,
which now looks delicately pale, forming spirals that rapidly change to forms with no name.
No need to say why I started smoking again in this little piece of land that I call my room. Like the smoke and its
nameless shapes, my life looks again for a name, for a space.

I tell you, this last month I've been trying to wake up at 6am, work until 2pm and
then have the rest of the day free... I did it once. It was great. But I could only
do it once.

i am planning to buy a digital camera and start one of this
photo bloggers... but first i need to get a job :(

ai ya...
this paper is driving me crazy...
well, i suppose that's what happens when you come back from
holydays: work is always there waiting for you

Well, about my holydays, just one conclusion: holydays are great.

So I come back from my holydays and I find all this Kelly stuff...
fishy, fishy,... to some (me included) the confirmation of something obvious.
Day after day my Mr Blair becomes a little bit more disgusting to me.
Poor Giddens, the man had to stand being the "academic branch"
of this bastard.