I won’t write very much today, because it’s been the most usual day, when the most usual things happen. But, ehhh, I did kinda by mistake borrow a book from the library which is rather funny, but at times, seems somewhat…. pornographic. Maybe I could use reading a book like that now, so I won’t forget about it, at least not in theory. But maybe it’s like riding a bicycle…
Brr, I don’t want to talk about thoose things. Do forgive me.
Hmm, im suppoosed to go to a fair(?) with work this weekend. I don’t like working at all, and imagine what I must feel like working at weekends. It’s like putting someone who’s starving on a diet.
av Max @ 22:28:52 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Things to do
One advantage with busy days is that they feel shorter. The more You have to do, the faster You can come, it seem.
There are many things I should do – today, tomorrow, next week. But instead of doing all thoose things, im going to go to the library, borrow some good books, sit down in the closest cafeteria and drinks some coffe, smoke a couple of marlboros, and read. Thats what beutiful days are for. Thats what no clouds and big sun stand for. My only wish now is that the weekends would last for six days and workrelated days for a half day. And world peace, of course.
And some more money to spend.
av Max @ 15:45:22 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)