Šla sem na pijačo s kolegico, sedeli sva zunaj, ker je kadilka - še dobro da so v tem baru na Petkovškovem imeli plinske gorilnike - gobice, ker meni je bilo mraz za znoret. Cel dan nisem nič jedla (skoraj), a sem spila 3 pive in mi sploh nič ni bilo. Tudi 3 cigarete sem prižgala in mi je sedaj zelo žal, bljak.

Odločila sem se, da ne bom več pila pive, ampak samo še dobro vino, res! Domov sem šla s taxijem, čeprav sem se počutila ok za vozit - se ni za hecati s takim stvarmi, plačevala pa že ne bom zaradi lastne neumnosti.

Vmes mi je fant (bivši?) pisal sms-e, jaz sem ga ignorirala, na koncu mi je enega poslal in rekel, da ga zelo skrbi zame, ker se mu nisem nič javila cel dan.
“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” (Charles Bukowski)---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.