This was certainly one of those weekends worth left in the dark and little visited corner of the memory.
However I must admit that not much different from what could be a standard in my life ... days of computer on which the cyberal football and communication networks replace reality and that reflux is interrupted only by sporadic moments of masturbation rote ...
That reminds me of that conversation I had with John in which he said they used to, but it was terribly sad loser and even a little embarrassing to remember old moments of glory ... to which I replied that it's not like Gloria to be ashamed of it ...
This day and a half without work has been depressing, but more terrible still is considered as the dog-Latin says: "Tempus edax rerum" (Time devours all) and therefore of no use repenting, and is only find a weak consolation that perhaps I can give Sam Peckinpah crowned this Sunday night with his "Wild Bunch" ...
Anyway, I hope the night never ends as the movie ...
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