..a few drinks behind.

Day 6. I have lit only one cigarette in 6 days, left home once, and fed on beer.

Went out only once in this week, to go ice skating at -5˚C. Didn’t work charms on my fever, but it felt darn good. The previous time I went skating (a day before new year’s), I hurt my hip doing a spin, and couldn’t move properly a few days. But now I got that spin, so I guess it was worth it.

All I want for now is for me to finish my university chores, finish all the to-dos I have at work for these 2 weeks, and get the hell out of town.

To get the hell out of town and spend a few days climbing up snowy mountains, freezing my ass off, smoking with gloves on, getting my socks wet and drinking a lot of beer.
With there to deprive me from half of my well deserved beer,and to chase away the donkeys and wild dogs we meet even though they have such a potential to be our good friends.
I’ll come back with new stories about roaming wolves, getting lost in snow storms and sliding freestyle on deserted frozen airport runways.

Till then, I’ll stay on my track on working from home, getting drunk while doing so, and piling up empty beer cans.