I hit total. I do not sleep at night, do not sleep during the day, in short: do not sleep.
come back here with suitcases full of tortellini, biscuits, fruit juices, tomato sauce, spaghetti, I thought I was arrested at JFK for trying to hypercholesterolemia States.
I managed to leave despite the casino Monday Malpensa. The rest seem fair to me that when I leave a car window with a background, not another day ...
I arrived and Blue writes me that he could not come to the airport, I took a short cab cursing the total traffic of NYC. Here at any time is rush hour. Giuderò not ever, I swear.
beached I come home (well, home ...) and finally to assail me millemila call all my family to see if they come alive.
Now I miss the mansard die, the peace and quiet of a small provincial town. I come from there. There you can open the windows, breathe the frofumo plant, the smell of bread baking in the air, the coffee bar ... here's the smell of smog that bad unless, perhaps, that you can not open the windows ...
Here there is no privacy, only inclement glasses that I always fear that one looking. We only need a pair of binoculars, not hard.
Okay, okay comnque.
Yesterday I made a trip to Eatitaly and thank Jesus for giving me that space.
No more packages from home. Hurrah.
I took from there a decision. Okay
two.
The first is to enroll in the gym. A serious but modest, normal, not a Temple of trendy t-shirt where it goes blue. No thanks. Something for normal people. And the second is to discover slowly NYC, around on my own, alone. Famous and those less, views, landscapes, views, angles, local.
We'll see.
Ah, yes, I have to get a job, find an apartment that fits him well, and place my open wounds in Texas. But
is secondary.
Good night. I go to sleep groped.
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