I have a mac.
This means that a (large) part of my dream has come true. Now I just need a villa in the French countryside and a vineyard of my own and can only be satisfied. So wait.
For the rest, I have not many stories:
- continuing to work impossible hours but, if nothing else, allow me to almost live with dignity. I sleep at midnight and I have a face that does not sleep for six months, I think I'll die of stroke at forty but otherwise all right.
- I'm thinking about where to go on holiday this year as long as you succeed. I hope so, because they pull the plug for at least a week I would desperately, even to suppress it by dint have my moments of hatred towards the human race I feel like the vein on his temple is about to burst.
's all.
I'll be back to worship my i-pet.
Evvabbè, forget it. I. The woman's wrist. I followed the advice of people who were closest to me, telling me to think well: "my" I needed time, I had lost, I've taken over, maybe a little 'sooner than expected, but still, that's okay.