Weather Bulletin

Rain.. Rain.. Rain...

Is all this because I am flying to portugal in two days? Is it, Mr. St.Peter?

Now how am I going to keep convince british that Portugal is a wonderful Tropical destination?

I think that St. Peter is protesting against the gas price raising, so water would dilute petroleum, increasing levels but making rubbish gasoline.

I guess I have to cycle... like them..

Now who has a wonderful country?

Damn it...

Temporary Alzheimers

Sometimes I wish I had a waterproof laptop so I could write in the shower all the shity crazy stuff that runs into my weird mind.

Until then..I keep on training my memory so I can remember something after putting some proper clothes on.

Shitty memory...

Relief...

Everyone is rushing, even the luch is just an attachment to the day... I swipe my card that open all the doors that my status allows. Enter a place where anyone notice my presence not even talk about it. The white that I wear contrast with all the bright colours with which I stain my cells. And I wonder what is inside in every silent brain that I see walking on the corridor, what is wrong with the plasticity of their sinapses that keep them away from laughing. I look at the fume cupboard..ohh there you go...a brain that can tell more than those ones wondering around...it cant move but at least is not that boring... Talking about boring..ohh it's 5 o'clock...let's go to college green and do some photosynthesis!!