Vacation proves how hard it is to be happy. E. drove me crazy last night. The more he drank the more fiercely he talked about planning his Rambo-like workout program. To look good is to look hard. His stomach should resemble a knight's harnas. I had other six packs in mind in my vacation forecast. Yet, i did a set of goddam sit-ups to start my day. For a while i thought that was the sort of work out that kept your body in shape. How wrong was i. You always had a way of mixing pleasure with the pratical. Did you hear that project developpers are going to destroy the Island? Another 'lieu de memoire' erased. How many miles did i aimlessly stroll there as a method for dealing with the pain. Did i ever tell you that i went to the stupid rollercaster as if it was a grave, this place where you began all that talk about finding someone higher up in the foodchain. Call you next week when i'm around.
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