Never before moving to London have I experience such short days. By the moment I stop to think about my day, and it is usually at night (like now), I realise that from the last moment like this there has been 24 hours.Amazing.
I cannot say that my days are empty but after passing so quickly they don't leave any impression in me.
I am trying to remember what we talked over the lunch or tea brake. I know Giuseppe was talking about milk, Dario looked tired and that's about all I remember.
And yes, we determined badminton competition schedule. I like the idea. Sport and fun.
And that is it!
I keep looking at all the books I plan to read but no time. On weekend I try to go out and walk as much as possible. Especially since the weather is extremely nice for London this time of year. So I greet the sun every weekend and no time for books. Maybe I could just buy the night lamp (or is it the bed lamp?).
Anyway, time to sleep now. There is another super quick day tomorrow.
Good night.
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I told you you'll end up having a schedule. Which will include a time-window for reading books. Pay attention: you DON'T want to become like me...
Yeah, I am absolutely sure that I looked tired. You know that I am usually up & running until late...
I agree with you, time goes by so quickly. It hurts sometimes...
yeah but at least for you i am sure you know what are important things in life. and you kepp them as precious ones
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