Sunday

Dear lads and ladettes,

It is Sunday! God's sake what a nice feeling. I am finally off work for one day, and I am going to celebrate the day by doing nothing. And by nothing I really do mean nothing; possibly apart from writing this post. I think the nothingness is also utterly warranted by the fact that tomorrow my day at work starts at 06.00, and I still don't know how to get there in time. The local bus doesn't start running before 06.20 or something...

Anyway, who cares. I read Moses' post with great glee, and found many points he raised interesting. Whatever a Mispucha is, it's probably nice. About going to Jon's b-day, that's something we need to discuss at some point. I suggest we come together on some internet medium and debate it thoroughly, as to attain a final truth about the future course of action.

I am still a bit, let's say, confused, about my future. For the next year I surely have many things I would like to do, and many places I would like to go. Now it all narrows down to finalising it and figuring out what is actually feasible.

Just now I realised that I was perhaps lying earlier. From where I sit; in my room, it looks like my room could do with a thorough tidying. Not because it's so dirty or anything, more because it's just a proper mess.

About the Dubliners, Moses, I saw it in our shelf the other day and thought there was something familiar about it. Would you recommend reading it, or is it more of one of those books I should read when I retire?

So, ladies and gentlemen, tada for now. I apologise for quite a boring post, but I simply felt it as my duty to write something at least. Besides I get to be on top of the page for a while.

Poléo