mh.
da domani scrivo di qua, eh.
Qui sotto giusto per il backup.
eight
a day of sun and warm yellow rice.
Of mail clients and biiiig folders, of dead disks and to-do lists.
And now under warm, yellow blankets, with the most beautiful (black) cat in the world.
6&7
The weekend as a whole.
Beautiful weather today, another bit of kitchen mounted, a hope for the sink. Yesterday chinese food has been worth the dull day half asleep at home.
day 5
rain, but friday and interesting people (and a long wanted book, plus a long waited gift)
4
of sick children (not mine, actually), and back to when I was young and played modding computers (funny, though). and dance. and ruined bread, perhaps.
3
of sick boyfriends, and beautiful wooden kitchen pieces, and sorting out at work.
and the weekend is coming…
II
of english shower singers, and snow, and not-so-cheap skirts.
day one
it’s just gone.