It's amazing how fast we can change the mood. Yes, it really is. A few hours ago was very, very happy: after nearly two months of seeking a meeting with the "head" finally happened today. Everything went better than I could have imagined in my most fantastic dreams. I spoke without haste, I listened carefully, liked the project, was thrilled with it, gave me your comments and thank heaven!, I changed "area", as it somehow. Upon leaving the meeting thinking, "this meeting has been excellent." At lunchtime I went to a bar with G. and talked about this and that sick, I ate a terrific beef broth and a cheese cake and fantastic leg, took two chelas XX Amber Lager (my favorite), and all of 58 pesos. Better, impossible. Back in the chamba there was a meeting more, now on a project in Berlin, which I miss, and went without a hitch.
As Luis Frost would say: cut me on the subway, walking more in sorrow than fatigue. And then, without more, returned this love, this anger, this sadness is not going at all. This pain comes, uncomfortable, out for a walk and come back. The worst thing is that it is not "some" specific discussion Tainted, a person from a lost relationship, but from an agglomeration of small and big things that do not leave me alone. Can laugh, I like what I do, but told them about: the way I found to momentarily distract these thoughts have been pasting stamps. Yes, seriously. Only in 1994 had a world of there album I bought it because all my friends had it. But a month and half ago, when I got it, was intended to fully aware of this "stupid" ritual (which includes spending money to wey) one of my most loyal distractions, a formula for a few minutes to avoid what I do not know, a placebo impractical to think no-lo-us not to judge, not surprising-you. As you see, has failed his mission, because the pain is still there, insistently and deep, and is not running. Today, not all stamps in the world to reach me sleep peacefully.
Term: a year ago I feel as if you were standing on a large tombling, only tightening the springs, waiting. With every little "victory " the tombling tightens more, but nothing moves. Took months waiting for that big jump. That already happens, please.
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