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For a while I have been thinking about the "must-have" things that I would acquire for my house when I one day have one. Things that came up included a Steinway, a sheep skin rug, a chesterfield sofa, espresso machine and a bathtub. And following the numerous visits to look at houses with my parents (with the plans of acquiring one), I begun to realise that my list of things probably required huge spaces to fit in, ie. the need for a big house. Such is the disparity between the impossibility of dreams and the harshness of reality. Yet the invincibility of youth allows for one to continue dreaming...
I just killed two flies in my room. Two german friends just signed in on Skype (it is 22:47h Europe time). The irrelevance of random thoughts and random happenings which often draw no relation with one another.
Oh, daydreams. J'ai faim, breakfast-time!