no comment...

I was watching Desperado, having a drink (Krupnik with tea, mmm...) when this scene came up:



my sex life is a disaster.
it's not even worth complaining.

brr.

sutures

I cut my hand. at work, in the lab. nasty wound, lots of blood, sutures.
and I can't go to Leuven for the weekend like I wanted.

but except for that I am having quite a good time. or actually was having?
good work in the morning, then book reading (Merde actually by Stephen Clarke), some web browsing.
that was enough to make me feel good.
oh, and a sweet movie Elizabethtown





my father's back. no one knows for how long. he wishes to be here as short as possible and go back to my mum.
I'd like that too.
it's so nice to watch them these days. the sickness brought them closer.
now they look like a cute elderly couple. and my dad is easygoing, caring and warm. so unusual.
but thanks to work his mind would stay clear longer.
tough decision.
probably his physical condition will do the job.


so now, despite my father's fatal disease, my poor cut hand which might not feel a touch, relationships' disaster and money shortness, I feel good.
I am smiling.
;)