Hanging in there
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A List Of Where All The Spectrobes In Game 1 Are
do not know why I keep doing this. This hide, to feel that I have to hide, I have something to hide. When I had almost never work did not speak with my family thinking that he could not explain how he was doing to survive without having to explain other things, things that I think at this point am I the only one who still believes they need explanations. I have a job now that I've been more in touch, even last week I saw one of my sisters and a nephew who had not seen for 4 years, and we had hairs around here.
But now I'm hiding from me, so this is so abandoned. And is not that there are things you want to record, on the contrary there are so many. Are spending so much, I'm going through so much. But I've been sheltering, hiding at work, it really has been a bit heavy now that I was alone in my new position in my new office overlooking Reform and part of it is contaminated but, in its way, beautiful city. But no big deal if you wanted to find the time to go and write what is happening to me as usual, my emotions, my fears, my sorrows and my joys.
Today I found the time, taking advantage of the neurotic and bipolar my boss went to China and not to annoy the day, found time to post I'm still here, resisting as the kitten poster hanging from the clothesline. To post I'm listening to Robbie Williams and I was transported to Christmas 2006, that year was that we saw live at the Foro Sol, and that we put the Christmas tree for the first time together at home, and this Christmas we were listening while we put this disc. To post last night that my PP went home, was on vacation from Saturday, and these days we ate together and came for me at the time of departure. Today I missed the lunch, and now that my time comes I start to miss out too. To publish it on Tuesday went to a concert for my unforgettable saw Journey in the National Auditorium and gave us a great evening. They sang all they had to sing, and I removed all the excitement that only remember back to thrill me. To publish that in some ways this is the work that had been waiting for, but others are still please me, I guess everything is a matter of getting used and I hope I get used quickly.
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