A little dead. Maybe a little more tired than usual, but my brain is on fire. Ever since I put my body to work every night, whenever I get home I want to just talk for hours and then stay up and write. If only my tired body could understand that. 🙂
Today was kind of a mess. After forgetting about an appointment and running to make it this morning, I spent a little time with Ephia, having a “puccino” at the bar and drawing on some coloring books. I chose to have a rather poor lunch and flew away to teach a class. My student was in the mood to talk about food and cooking today which was like torture for my ears and stomach. Before going to work, with half an hour free, I sat on the steps of the train station with a delicious “panino” in my hands, admiring the strangers passing by. One cigarette later I was on the bus, riding towards what became my daily torture. Five hours of work later I was riding the bus again, this time on the way home. After changing the bus for the tram, as soon as the tram’s doors shut, that’s when my brain wakes up and is more alert than ever. So, why waste such a precious gift, I put my brain to work and let it have the time of its life. 🙂
That’s why I am a little dead. That’s why I feel like I’m floating. That’s why I have a big smile on my face. Good night!
