Patricio made to remember this feeling of discomfort. Unemployment always bad, is a recurrent phrase in times like these. At first I was on the verge of collapse, collapsed at year end well and went to hell. Secondly, I spent almost a month thanks to the blessed stop crying that seems to lower the defenses together, so one, leaving us vulnerable to all attacks that obviously received. And now that they have been a couple of days, I smell the desperation of being static, because at this point I have not even wanted to join because we're tired, disillusioned, disappointed and all that together. We want the vacation day will come soon, but seems to extend, and days away and the beach, the sound of the sea, the wind blowing the window all night, drizzle in the face from the balcony, while smoke , or laughing while we play cards, bloody unforgettable skills, they leave and not come ... What strange sensations. If not join other comment in this way, give a bad result in my psychology coolly kept, despite the challenges of Jen, trying to take the right path. After all, "the weight of happiness weighs on my shoulders" and ma shit, because I got a sack of potatoes on my back and began to walk on a rainy day in the florida avenue flooded as every year ... would be nice buns, my grandmother is still somewhat ill and feebleminded to cook. But I promised sopaipillas past, as well as we like, with orange and everything else. To pass face the fall with winter to pass and pass unemployment fears.
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