days are very intense. The time seems a lot but in reality slips away imperceptibly, in a pinch is already at the end of the day, with still many things to do, ideas to be developed, pages to read.
Today I am a little upset I admit. Should I go ahead with the idea but this week I have not had much time to do a lot of head and above. Tomorrow is my first job interview of my life (And certainly with the times like these, not the last). I mean I do not know what to expect. Two hundred questions to examine in greater detail or a simple "we need workers. Are you interested?" I repeat, not a job at the Pentagon, but in just a supermarket. But to acquire a minimum of independence this and more.
I just finished reading a book by Clive Cussler so celebrated. So I celebrated by a former classmate, mind you. Certainly not from me. Disappointment across the board, except that I expected a book of adventure on the sensational discovery of the legendary library of Alexandria and instead of being in the midst of the usual international conflict, with in the part of Americans and Arabs of superbuoni ultracattivi. And then a hero so full of himself I'd never even seen ... Heathcliff me is nicer than this Dirk Pitt.
Fortunately now I have changed like this ... Auto da fe seems quite another to speak.
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