Sat-Night

I sit down front to my PC again and try to ask clearly what's in my mind. I've made a mistake today unaccomplished a piece of my job. But now who cares? It is 21.46, my pants stick on my legs, like it won't going home tonight.

I read some pages of Seth Godin, its remind me to thanks for abundance of air for oxygen. Yes, everybody knows it. What I write here like schoolboy home-task in story telling. Eh, bule sotoy - you may not know what does it mean, so do I, but it reels in my mind then I write here. Does everything we think or not we really think is meant for life? May be yes, may be not. But it is real.

I try to capture this pict, an aqua cup with a half water in it. If it meant to your mind, think it.