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I started to watch TV! Early closing

Uh, the cleaning lady keeps coming, I wonder if you still remember me ...

"Er .. is allowed? Hi, this is what was there before, for a while 'I was not there. Can I help you? Thank you. "

Man, nothing has changed. Not a bit 'of accumulated dust, after the lady will give a substantial tip.
apper, some comments keep coming, that dear ... um ... I almost answer. I do, short or long version? Oh well, go for a middle ground.

Over the past two months I turned on the computer a dozen times, and mostly just to check the mail. This thing has been a radical change in the habits of my last two years, until shortly before the holidays usually came home from work, via his jacket off your shoes, pee and Power PC. Indeed, often via the jacket, computer and then pee.

Most of my evenings in the past two months, it is instead reduced to a magnificence post dinner with a brain in the off position and, what is worse, watching television. No no, I will not speak ill of the TV, it would be like shooting the red cross, I just wanted to say that I did not before, not I liked it, and then, after a while ', I began to wonder why.

There is also to say that the various changes in routine was accompanied by a sense of malaise, restlessness background, an incessant hum, an enhanced pre apathy -holiday, something that made me say, "Fuck, the period of adolescence, I spent a while ', the post adolescent crisis is only a memory, the second adolescence of the 26 years I have metabolized completely, I will not mica inaugurating a new branch adolescent syndrome? "
And so, as my usual, instead of trying to get out, maybe trying to meet "new people" (I recommend highly popular), I peg away to seek the reasons for all this, my rationality began to devastate devastating.

The introspective self-analysis, however, has been slow to bear fruit: the sofa improved adaptation to my gorgeous body in direct proportion to my not understanding an emeritus cabbage. There were people who told me: "Look, do not mean you have to give an explanation for everything" ... hehe, just, just, but not for me. And, like any self-respecting psychoanalysis, I moved to my back over recent history (I say recent, I have not spoken to children ...) in an attempt to identify changes, but are not recognized.
I was on the right track. In fact, after a few days, the light.
I noticed, among other things was not so difficult, that from 'the beginning of this year my life has completely stopped, motionless. Same job, same house, same (wonderful) friends, the same (unqualified) love life, the same (relative) financial security, the same machine, same habits, same beach, same sea ... you give me the latter was too inviting.
Insomma, la tanto agognata, da altri, vita stabile e tranquilla mi sta prosciugando, mi sta rendendo un tutt’uno col divano. E non ci sono dubbi, fino a nove mesi fa la mia vita era sempre stata tutto un girare, cambiare, tastare, gustare.

A questo punto, mi son detto, ho davanti altri due possibili verbi: uno è accettare, l’altro è rivoluzionare. Più qualche variabile intermedia che sicuramente c’è, ma che devo ancora identificare.

Ci penserò su e vi farò sapere, e non venite subito a dirmi rivoluzione! che è troppo facile.

Comunque, nel frattempo, ho ricominciato a scrivere.