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and I'm still here, present on the pages of my blog there is a reason. And these days such diligence in publishing readers almost miraculous. But there is tiredness taking. This wagon train is the first head downgraded in my living and traveling with him my thoughts are at a high speed. So again I write to express something that, only after days of high stress, can emerge clearly. To act as a background to this week incredible number of episodes of bad luck to the limit Fantozziana which gave color and cast a veil of irony to the usual confusion of the fund. Confusion comeback to be the dominant theme of my daily work. Uncertainty, and apparently intractable problems unresolved, the absence of clear-cut. I think, that point of no return as indicated by myself against my ultimate goal should be an extension. With the start of spring I proposed to achieve a good working knowledge of the surrounding reality. Knowledge that they would be safe from possible further moments of despair. And instead think I should wait. And as I said, I have a clear desire: to reach progressively to ensure that the work does not interfere in my personal and social life. Then, even there, everything is a mess. I try to try to understand, what can I do to get that feeling of well being that then I know to be the result of a solution in between. Isolate the work is not currently possible. Probably from here to little more than a week to Friday but will not end the possibility that there will be limits even on Sunday. I'm scared of the usual statements of fact. "If you're feeling" that conceal an ... ... but it is better you feel. " It 'a long time that I stopped watching after the end of each day. Enjoy the moment of return, thinking that finally tonight I can also shave and eat with the people dearest to me is all that makes me peaceful. Little stuff? Now I see nothing. Because my project is still being developed, probably I'm building a foundation and if I do all the rest on solid foundations, they will enjoy the fruits. At this point I try to move the deadline a few months. On June 20, will end on my probation, and (I'll put my hand on fire) from that moment on, things will change. So let that confusion reigns supreme, there are used to, but every day is a discovery, no? Back to the weekend to clarify ideas, or rather to restore a semblance of a decent man who also has a life to live. With all respect for the crews of the first downgraded my living room.