I do not know what to say but the summer (today and in fact 'summer solstice), I was thrown into the creative torpor. Are in full summer hibernation. And I 'came to suspect that it is the fault of the air conditioning. I believe that spend the day in the company of these delicate and healthy air blast frozen, has caused the hibernation of the brain and consequently the inhibition of intellectual faculties, and a series of stiff neck chain that I give the elegant gait of Frankenstein in which 'rained an anvil on his head.
The anti-aging starts with the entry into subway in the morning, turned to inaugurate the summer season, in an igloo with a constant temperature between -3 ° and -7 degrees. The offices are essentially the morgues of nice restaurants and caves.
exposed constantly to the warmth of the north, I find myself with a sort of drowsiness endemic irreversible.
Agility ' mental and 'directly proportional to the speed of rotation of Pluto. The expression
more awake I after 9 pm and 'that of a trout taken from the freezer. Pulsating life on the road I get a fragmented flow of long interlude ponate on the couch, having as final result of my neck to make a scoobydoo , crushed by a pincer grip can power nightmares horror movie, the kind of dream eyebrows Frida Kalo. Then, very often falls into a state of trans dilated by a profusion molecular and I wake up with the arrival of the Friends of cleaning with machines at full throttle and in the process of grinding while e 'file into the obstacle course for bins and containers for recycling.
So excuse the lack of action. I hope that this will improve with the sun at its zenith in the Tropic of Cancer.
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