I fear that yesterday reached the zenith of my glory as a blogger. Thus, at the very beginning. Now I feel a bit like Amenábar must have felt after "Thesis." Yes, I know would make me see what the ego is not enough to be aware of it ... pimer step is to put a solution but nothing more ...
The fact is that overwhelms me dizzy and I'm not sure what to write. What a fucking. With much fun it was to be this! My sister tells me to check one and we're laughing, but nothing. For more I give round ... and sorry, but nothing.
could make me coy and interesting back in a couple of days (what will they do without me muse so long?) With renewed energy and apologies by making them believe that I've been very busy, but no, some residue of Modesty has to stay very much in the background so you also choose to share with my imperfections.
Nothing that to see if tomorrow I wake with better air and I can tell you something interesting. And, in my case, alcohol or psychotropic drugs or I can turn to for inspiration.
The hypochondria is what it is ...
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