And I'm restless, overdue. in some instances one might say, unberable. but hey, who wants a cat in the hat if they are not able to stand the hat altogether? i make no sense, as of now. horrible puntuation and even worst spelling. some time, soon i will learn of those things that allow the writer of great prose, to write great prose. until that time comes i'll settle to curse at the dark sardine and mumble hatred at her sight. until then, i must remain a page of de sarte an' no more.
I miss you silvia, come back to me.
