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Today I got respite.
From the not-answering offices, the cyphered bills, the exams, the work-in-progress that don't progress, the uneasiness in a place I call home.
How many people carry on without ever noticing this constraining? Breathing a bit too lightly, walking a bit too hunched, looking -or rather not looking- around with blind eyes.
Less than a week in Venice and I was ready to snap at everyone. I suppose this means I'm not a fully functioning grownup..of course, if mentally growing up means dealing with this shit all the time I might as well give up now.
I will think of something else.I will think of everything else.
This sunday we'll have the get-together of our flat (plus few common friends). I have already seen V.,M.,S.,T. but it was one on one (or one on two, since S. and T. hang pretty much to each other) so this will be our fresh start.
Of course cooking duty fell on me. I'm so tired of searching for something that will appeal to everyone, be satisfying and not too expensive. Also the old recipes are..well..old.Boring.
Boh.