Holy mother of Luis Miguel!
promise Yesterday I started to write because life is too short and chalal Chalalán good seems to drive you to the end.
turns out that yesterday while watching a program (which I do not even remember what was and what I can only say that continued after the news), which was supposed to serve I got to sleep (after he was cuddling in my bed) and so I went to sleep, suddenly, out of nowhere, I got a crush of inspiration and , against all that I think is right, I take the computer and I write (the laptops are things of the devil).
Cruel irony, I ended up 1 am, when I knew I had to get up very early to attend a work commitment. Needless to mention that arrive too late and the rush felt in myself (damn hair, it occurs more quickly get difficult when I have, God bless the links to your hair).
In short, it is 9 am and I'm falling to sleep in the office, which incidentally is supposed to be starting to work, but as I becomes the soul to the body and I take my coffee to be magnanimous but terrifying jefecito (luxury of course), I decided to put my frustrations in the newspaper, although to be honest, I feel much better and more awake than when I started writing. Hopefully today I did not behave as a zanganita with others only to go bad in the awake, but not to sleep that makes me like a panther (although it was his fault or not to sleep).
Well, I think the coffee made your work and extraordinary way (live placebos work) I dismissal to start work and wish you a nice day.
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