For some unknown reason i want to write, write, post, read, correct, post, read, etc… Dunno, maybe i’ll die this night and i know that somewhere subconsciously and want to leave some great mark on the world… Who knows. Still, this very moment, writing to my beloved blog, listening to Beethoven’s Eroica symphony (it’s the third), planning my future, i’m happy as rarely. Tired, may cross as a bear (found this phrase in a dictionary so might not be the correct use), but happy. Yeah, that’s it. Lucky i’m not Goethe’s Faust who had to die when he felt happy. Or maybe i am, and that’s why i wanna write so much?

OK, i’m ending this. Gonna learn a bit (a big bit) of Japanese, and then read Svejk (yeah, i’m ashamed i haven’t finished it yet, but i didn’t have much time for it, i have to read it before going to sleep, late night). I wanna get some Vonnegut books from the library, so that’ll be my programme for tommorow afternoon.

Good night, have fun and be good, if you can!