And so the spring is here.
And today "the rain falls hard on this humdrum town".
Me and L broke up.
Ok, now can we please skip to the next season,
please?
I've been in Milan for some day.
I worked (quite) a lot and I improved my alienation.
I listened to the new Embassy album every morning in the metro. It helps.
I gave to everyone I met a business card with my name printed on it and some very bad word written on the back. No one noticed.
I slept in a hotel room as large as my house.
Oh, and by the way, my girlfriend is dating my best friend.
Can please The Spring come here a little faster,
please?
I'm ok with sleeping, even if I never remember my dreams. But I have to say that sometimes it's harder to fall asleep. You know, when you lay in your warm bed and all the lights are off, and you think about your day, and what you did and said, and all the people you talked to, and you come to think that somehow your life doesn't seem to be really yours.
Uhm, these are the kind of feelings down here these days. Maybe they'll fade away when the spring will arrive.
Right now I'm listening to Most Valuable Players, which you probably know better than me. I really like their album.
Good news, at least for me: I'll be in Sweden again next month. I'm going to Popadelica Festival in Huskvarna to meet Radio Dept and to see I'm From Barcelona. Hope it will be fun.
You're working with children, and doing two jobs? I thought you were still studing maths! But I can see you really want to get that house you were talking about. And I'm sure you'll manage it. All the best.
It's 23:45 and I'm going to bed, really exhausted after this day. It's fun to work with children, and it's fun to have the responsibility that I have when I work in the office at my other workplace, but to sleep just a few houres, travle across town for one hour just to work 3½, and then go all the way back again for 1 hour just to work at the other place and then travle in to town, and then out
again, knowing you will be doing the same thing tomorrow
can be a bit frustrating some days. Like this day.
So goodnight italian friend. I hope you sleep as well as I will do tonight.