turn on my computer, wireless, email, check email, one hundred thirty-nine spam, viruses sixteen, nine hoax, the offers of the month you've never bought anything in a minute programs that you travel a year first, oh here is a friend, sent me a chain joined to a sick child ever say to everyone that does not exist, that Bill Gates does not send money but it is gaining in return. I lost no time to live. I turn off the pc turn on the TV Videomusic a beautiful video leads to another, the evening comes, a movie and fall asleep before the end, I do not see the final turns on the computer I find a chat room, another time to meet one that tells me. From what you describe seems nice, this reason for Belluno. Another day, it's the first or last does not matter. For nothing is nothing.
Now I stop.
I've decided. And I go to bed with this idea. I did not want to score like I can with what I will have forgotten the next morning. If you really want to remember him, otherwise he was not a serious commitment.
the morning I wake up and it's the first thing on my mind. A slimming treatment of the brain. It starts from the body.
Breakfast simple but enough. Oatmeal snack yes and no, yes, but milk without biscuits. Yogurt in addition.
Arrive at the office and no e-mail. Do not give a damn. At least for today: if I was home sick, or hospital, or even if I were dead, who would open my mail? And who will do it when it happens really? Maybe we should all leave a letter, before that day, a letter with all the passwords. Or maybe it's better not to. Even those who tried it will be a reason, and Viagra will not serve us: we will have the rigor mortis.
speak little. Just listen. Before I pretended to know what I did not know, so now they ask me things that I know now but I pretend not to know. Both the expertise is not a value. E 'rather than a boomerang that before and then comes back to bite you. But do not say evil of the boomerang: the returns to punish those who do not only affects the prey, the empires that can not recover it's unwise or who have forgotten the launch. Competence is like memory, is much more useful to those who did not have it.
In ten days have already lost weight two pounds, I feel light, agile and lean, I do the stairs without panting. Before I do not know, I took the elevator and get tired too. But the true purification of the soul I'm feeling, diminish my needs, I discovered the pleasure of a walk in the woods rather than in the month of November IperWorld me want to try to get me some contraption like the one that I will use ultratechnological old. We are at stage three. The first was when I left home to go and buy what you need. In the second you wanted to go shopping without a specific need. Now you do not want to go shopping but no Iper the same desire and hope for a concussion-induced environment that brings you back to normal society. The advanced stages and can be reached by age, curiously parallel with the appetitive sexual. The Hyper such as brothels. At the end we only went for a chat with some other damage or just to look.
today at the funeral of a colleague of mine we went to three, those of the office. Why we long to become attached even to colleagues. Miracles of use Satala. Of course, there must have been through at least twenty years, otherwise no. Now there are quarterly, the CoCoCo, the outsourced. Those complaints do not. Not so much because they change often, but because there is no solidarity, you can not complain to them about anything, because damn job you have any problem, any problem you tell him, oh. It seems impossible, but they have it worse.
To get along you can only complain to other diseases, gray weather, the greenhouse effect.
you used to curse the hours of work, the card, the board far as the home for the emigrant, a place where we hope to return. We are born into retirement and dream of returning, is a kind of unconscious return to the womb. At the funeral, it was thought the bad luck that had the biggest colleague. Mica to die. No, to be close to retirement without having enjoyed a single day. A little 'as a castaway drowned a few meters from the shore.
The pension saving. It seems that restores life to the dead. In fact, I met fellow dying, I thought the board would have been fatal, and there they flourish, subscribe all'Unilit, treating the garden city, keep the accounts of the volleyball team and follow it away with scarves and banners. But
extend the retirement age is an evil race of dogs, an excuse to get run. A rope pulled too.
I said that I'm still better. I discovered that happiness is not in the spot advertising. It may seem little but is a sign of freedom, of free will. Because we all try to make you think just buying something and then be happy.
Sunday morning bike ride. Come on. Another half kilo of impurities less.
Then, to return from lunch mother-in-law, two first, two seconds and six side dishes, dessert, fruit salad, coffee and ammazzacaffè machissenefrega and fuck.
And on Monday we start again.
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