"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Oggi…

…devo correre come una disperata. Devo:

  1. andare in università ad assistere a degli esami;
  2. andare in fumetteria a prendere Thor sperando che sia l’ultimo;
  3. terminare le tavole del lotto due;
  4. iniziare il modellino del lotto due;
  5. lavorare sulle tavole del lotto tre;
  6. lavorare sulla lettura critica per questa roba;
  7. prenotare un paio di esami;
  8. fare ancora la coda allo sportello per il riconoscimento dei crediti lavorativi.

Ah, devo anche fare colazione… credo che inizierò da quella. Con una bella spremuta d’arancia! ;-p

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4 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 09:51h, 07 February Reply

    Dedico una terzina pseudo-dantesca a codesto tuo giovenil eroico furore:

    Quando il sole si leva la mattina,

    che tu sia tigre o gazzella sbarbina,

    l’obbligo è sempre far ‘na corsettina!

  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 09:52h, 07 February Reply

    Ma si fuma roba buona, in fumetteria?

  • Njord
    Posted at 11:57h, 07 February Reply

    ‘D’ora in avanti potrei chiamarti “Vitamina C”…e mi raccomando non correre troppo che ti viene il fiatone ;-P

    SALUTONIII!!!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 15:32h, 07 February Reply

    Giusto, Brian e, come diceva Aldov l’importante è che se muori avvisi prima. Comunque sì, si fuma roba buona. Almeno a giudicare dalle facce e dalla roba che mettono in vetrina ogni tanto. Un giorno dovrò fare delle foto.

    Njord, i casi sono due: o hai la glicemia davvero alta (ma sull’orlo del collasso) o sei Rocky3. In entrambi i casi suggerisco un bel controllino…

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