Vancouver Bob Punching Bag

& a hole in the bathtub.

I'm tired. Maybe I should stop carrying out this life as a vampire. Yet I can not go to bed at a decent time - and I mean decent time eleven and a half - no. I'm going to bed at five in the morning, I wake up at seven and a half because my sister had a fight with the bus for ten years and then I want to be with. I sleep until noon and a half because I have to go to take him home. I eat and I sleep until two and a half because - what a fantasy - I have to bring it to work.

Then again I sleep.

And at night I write on my notebook. Yesterday I finished one and started another.

write four things at once, beautiful is not it?

And the holiday homework I have started - if I may say so - yesterday: I read one chapter of the book of German and I left there.

I want to read, but I'm too tired. I can not get out of bed before five in the evening. And this situation I am getting tired of wasting.

Tonight is the night of San Lorenzo and I'll just stay home.

do not ask too much.

Perhaps your silence and eyes. A

your embrace.

I would fly away.

PS: The title of the post is because today is the plumber came and made a hole in the bathtub.