This sucks!!! The same thought keeps riding too much in those days, probably I picked the wrong choice, and lost something in that. Or at least I am convinced so, which is almost the same thing. Maybe it’s just me, perhaps I never learned to cope with this kind of errors, at least in time with them.
It is like a stormy sea, it’s dark and waves are coming and going, but I can’t see them arriving. Yes of course, every storm have to end, question is if in that very moment I will be there in the middle or I will get to escape. Lucky me 16km are waiting right now (in 5 minutes) to be ran straight on, giving me an hour an so of freedom, and then an hour of gym and the day will be over. The day and me :D
But it is right so, then … next stop 2013?
The day after post scriptum: I see it now, almost literally :D I just couldn’t fit in any way and any time. That’s why my story should begin with a “once upon a time”, and I learned to ride a horse this year, so it comes pretty straight. But truth is reality usually is quite damn far from fairy tales, even if nobody cares, and Achille’s mp3 taught it.