I and my friend wake up at about midday or later, after having woken up a coupe of times, have felt hungry but have not got up from the bed because we were too lazy to eat the déjeuner.
At last I make my way to the refrigerator where I take a small pot of yogurt, throw some cereal into it – take my midday antibiotic - and start eating it while we finish the French movie we started watching last night.
After an hour, with some interruptions of some ‘friends’ on the msn and some problems with the DVD of the computer, we finish the movie – most of the time satisfied - , and starving go to the kitchen to fast warn the plat of food in the microwave, eat it contently.
Go to the computer pretending to look for someone nice to chat, but actually just want anyone to chat. Take our time to see some porn on internet.
Mid afternoon is time for us to take some puff of the little joint, enough to feel like taking a walk, to do any made up appointment, to pretend that we have at least something important to do
Look around and around and around, thinking what we should really do – we are enjoying a high moment -, and then make a move. Grab the long black and blue short, a light colour tee shirt, the grey running shoes with low socks, the fake and light Adidas black cap, we always decide to take the walkman, even knowing that the cheap earplugs have a horrible sound, the also fake and half-broken sunglasses (Adidas as by coincidence), spread the sun block all over the face and the exposed parts of the body and finally leave, all hidden and incommunicable.
After an hour or two we are back.
We make some healthy thing to have in our snack and prepare ourselves to go running, even though we are not very sure about that yet. We do some push-ups and similar exercises, not too much - we think we are already hot enough -, we run for almost an hour and fuck up with all our knees just once more, one day-break will be enough to half heal them.
We eat as elephants, a healthy and heavy dinner.
We Watch the Italian channel. The Spanish channel. The American channel. The British channel. And mostly the French channel, asking ourselves why in hell they can’t add the subtitles in all the programs.
Computer again. We once more pretend to do something important, and pretend to talk to important people, - Porn again on internet? Most of the days we skip this second round. - and send some cv’s, and send some emails, and talk to some future friends. We write some sentences or, on the lucky days, texts that we are not very sure about their validity or quality.
We get a small pot of yogurt, pour some honey into it and watch half of any French movie; luckily we have some with French subtitles.
That’s my lonely routine.
At last I make my way to the refrigerator where I take a small pot of yogurt, throw some cereal into it – take my midday antibiotic - and start eating it while we finish the French movie we started watching last night.
After an hour, with some interruptions of some ‘friends’ on the msn and some problems with the DVD of the computer, we finish the movie – most of the time satisfied - , and starving go to the kitchen to fast warn the plat of food in the microwave, eat it contently.
Go to the computer pretending to look for someone nice to chat, but actually just want anyone to chat. Take our time to see some porn on internet.
Mid afternoon is time for us to take some puff of the little joint, enough to feel like taking a walk, to do any made up appointment, to pretend that we have at least something important to do
Look around and around and around, thinking what we should really do – we are enjoying a high moment -, and then make a move. Grab the long black and blue short, a light colour tee shirt, the grey running shoes with low socks, the fake and light Adidas black cap, we always decide to take the walkman, even knowing that the cheap earplugs have a horrible sound, the also fake and half-broken sunglasses (Adidas as by coincidence), spread the sun block all over the face and the exposed parts of the body and finally leave, all hidden and incommunicable.
After an hour or two we are back.
We make some healthy thing to have in our snack and prepare ourselves to go running, even though we are not very sure about that yet. We do some push-ups and similar exercises, not too much - we think we are already hot enough -, we run for almost an hour and fuck up with all our knees just once more, one day-break will be enough to half heal them.
We eat as elephants, a healthy and heavy dinner.
We Watch the Italian channel. The Spanish channel. The American channel. The British channel. And mostly the French channel, asking ourselves why in hell they can’t add the subtitles in all the programs.
Computer again. We once more pretend to do something important, and pretend to talk to important people, - Porn again on internet? Most of the days we skip this second round. - and send some cv’s, and send some emails, and talk to some future friends. We write some sentences or, on the lucky days, texts that we are not very sure about their validity or quality.
We get a small pot of yogurt, pour some honey into it and watch half of any French movie; luckily we have some with French subtitles.
That’s my lonely routine.
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