It's been a while, though no big changes have occurred. These days of nothing have become weeks, hoping they won't horribly turn into months. It's the desolation of the jobless, the void of the unoccupied, the unbusiness. So long have stretched my days I can't recollect how fast (or slow) time passes.
It is anyway peculiar how odd can be not to find an activity, a volunteering service, simply an employer, when you have acted all your life as the "good guy". I worked so hard in University, I garduated, I read, I play, I think all the time. I saved from wasting every minute if the past three years, it truely is weird not to see these action haveing a counterbalance.
I will wait until the end of january, then I'll consider my research for that activity I spoke above concluded.
Maybe it's time to move on, to focus on the fact that I'll start again studying in september and I should spend these months left to that time for curing those activity I left a little behind. It's been weeks since I played guitar last time. The few licks I could blow into the trumpet are almost gone. My body is a wrack. Only thing I do constntly is photography.
I'm sorry I can't be more positive at this time.