Nothing to report
Blog blog blog blog blog blog.
I have all this time and nothing on my mind worth sharing.
I will have to become a meaningless blogger, the kind that blogs about dinners.
I can tell you how I am becoming bipolar. How one minute I cant have people around me, and the next I must. How in the morning I swear never to call them again, but in the evening I’m so desperate for company that I still do.
The last few weeks have been fairly uneventful, socially speaking. But from tomorrow on! Tomorrow is the day when the lost ones return from African and European continents, to fill the gap made by the ones lost in the City itself. And I promise to love every minute I spend with them. And then love every minute I’m alone. A little bit of everything goes a lot further than any extreme.
