Today I run. I run a few days, really, but I try to think of something else.
The repetitions are progressing well: the new girl that I follow, after some initial suspicion, has run loose and now I often talk about things not relevant to the study. I must say I committed enough and is not as bad as her mother claimed. I wonder why the parents towards their children, often take wrong positions: either to defend them even when they are indefensible sword, or consider them of tontoloni need a guide for the toilet.
Between repetition and the other, I try to find time for my new passion: gardening. To be honest I do not understand anything, nor seed, nor flowers, nor pruning and the like ... say that I just buy some seedling planted in the earth and when it happens in my garden or in pots made for the occasion, trying to remember to water it. I have not committed any murder, but fingers crossed that you never know.
My brother is in Santo Domingo and I hope very strongly that we remain as long as possible, so it does not break. When he comes back it will be a huge nuisance around the house and do nothing so likely to try to enjoy these last two weeks of peace.
Meanwhile, I turned 26 years ... a strange effect thinking.
a couple of weeks I went into a state of inner turmoil and thin I do not like at all. It 's a bit like when one knows that he must do something that worries him a bit and unconsciously, is always thinking about that thing. The problem is that I - as far as I know - I do not anything to worry about. I suspect it is a set of more or less sensible thoughts that crowd in my head. No.
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