Out of bed

This morning I woke up with the incredible urge to do ... nothing. Between the early twilight ooze and the nuclear screaming call fired from my alarm clock, I couldn’t decide which eye to open first or what utopia would rescue me from awakening. Still deceived by the lugubrious light of the window shutters I manage to stumble out of the bed.

It was on the vastness of the corridor ....oh my God! Why I keep making this post in English??? I have got some sort of concussion? Am I mental or did go Lobotomized?WTF?

C C Co co COLD DD DD

Damn it´s fucking freezing! So cold that it would make my little pinto think twice before came out of is egg. These were the exact words I thought before stepping out the door. Though the wind was typically strong I found the inner strength to deal with it!

And so this was my daily odyssey how I manage to not cry like a little baby due to this cold.

And ...Why the hell I´m typing this shit in English and listening to Bloodhoung Gang Bad Touch????
Brain freeze????

Mental Note!

Mental Note: Create the first post of 2011!!!

DAMN! I JUST DID IT! ARGGHH!

Oh well! Happy 2011!!!