Time flies so I disregard the obstructions and just move on. Words are beautiful but I need more actions so here I am in my self-reflective journal (does that suck or what?)
I bet I will wake up in the morning and I will change my mind, there is a Greek proverb that says: the day laughs at the actions of the night.
Never mind, I had a conversation at work that made me realise a few things that I had chosen to ignore.
Going to bed now, should I give it a try and read Q? This book is torturing me, Deleuze seems like an entertaining text compared to Q...it's probably my mood... and two hours of manga reading that turned me to a vegetable.