UPS is somewhere with my packages I have laundry to be done on the floor before me. But I ticked off "cds" and "luggage" from my writing pad. I gave up doing the painting for my cousin; I repainted the canvas, who's in black and that's good. I have one I'm doing abstract things upon, which sounds rather sadistic but I promise the result isn't bad; I just need to find the good shade to go with the ones I have there. The white paint sucks and that's very true. Black also. I should find something to paint, say, in grey and let them piss off each other. I still have to pack art. I have to find a solution, because I'm not going to let canvas in the bag with smelly trousers. Not so smelly, but it's canvas.
I don't regret that much having stayed home yesterday, as I could have done a lot of stupid things. I let myself go, and I don't want to let tribune!me go.
Silvio, listen to me. Take Valium. It's not really bad. In alternative, go to theater, to the pictures (I ignore what's in program, but you don't have to problem of being too pissed off at having paid for a horrid movie). Take a walk somewhere. Visit the sick. Pray. But really, stop irritating people. I know it's for our good, because it's rather disgusting and I suppose logical people (ok, it's Italian we're talking about) aren't going to appreciate you for this, but, really!
My cousin could be transferring to Brazil. Cool. My aunt can't fly, so this is uncool for her, but for the rest there's internet, and there are her cats and her friends. Poor Brunilde, what would she think. She's so small, not like Zoe, who just can't talk. More, poor Acilia, who loves my cousin so much. You know, humans can talk but cats can't. I'm happy my cat can understand Italian fairly well and sometimes she listen to telephone (okay, she's not normal, but she's also anticlerical, which is not normal for a cat).
There's sun today...
I found a new Pumpkins LP. And of course, being me, I looked up the reviews for the other albums on Amazon UK. One thing that I see is that the old have the best reviews. Even Adore, who was really contested at the time, is high on the list! I think the tunes grow upon people. If they aren't the usual alt rock poseurs. Which I do hope they grow up from being. I am in rather voracious mood, in the sense of multiple addiction. I have a lot of sacred music and electro (which in Virgin France is often dubbed techno-dance-everything that would be really derogatory in Italy; I begin to think that it's a question of public of the music), as well as something of the 1970s and, of course the Beatles. And my beloved Boris!