home alone

it's the first time i think here in this new house, it feels so large and i don't really want to go to sleep. that's why i'm still in the kitchen doing whatever procrastination thing... damn! procrastinating even from going to bed, i could just go and read a book, but i'm too lazy

anyway was noticing this is the first post after a while where i'm not talking about italian garbage. back to my old moody posts. anyway, am not really doing any social damage: nobody's reading the blog, who could ever notice??

actually wanted to translate and post an article i found about garbage and burners, written by wu ming, that i really liked...

it's just that writers can say things in such a better way. it's not that they know more things (some maybe do) but what the hell, it's their job, writing... they can really say something the way it's supposed to be...

but got no strength for that, i'll do it another time.
i'm so fed up that i might even actually go to sleep...


' night