2 miles and I'm already a bit fucked up. The sun is now strongly shinning and I keep thinking how worse it would've been if I would've carried smoking. I haven't touched a cigarette in over a month. I feel accomplished.
I get home and I eat scrambled eggs with beans, some chips and 2 GREAT cups of coffee. By the way, if you want a great, strong coffee, the secret is on how much coffee do you add to the water that you've pour inside the coffeemaker/cup. You don't have to add a lot to make it nice and dark. For 8 cups I put 4 to 5 spoons and some powdered cinnamon to the coffee before I start on the coffeemaker. After my nice breakfast I log in to check my e-mail and I have a nice conversation with an ex ex ex, about religion, concerts in Mexico and long distance relationships. It's amazing how much you can say words throughout writing; words that you would never say if that person was in front of you.
Family arrives and I eat chicken with lemon and home-made salsa, and yes: more beans.
I'm still looking for a job, but mostly: I'm taking it simple and easy, day by day. Life is about moments and days, not about school years, or events, neither dates in advanced; I guess this is why I am always late to everywhere I am supposed to go, I stop and "smell the flowers" [what a cheesy line gringos came up with].
Hasta.
B.

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