This is it.

As soon as I get my salary, I'll buy a bottle of Juba, a grill, a kilo of shitty sausages, and go to the woods. El Che should be taken. Of couse, if her Mr Perfect will approve. And if he doesn't, I will break his legs.

That's strange

I'm nesting. I'm cleaning, tidying and throwing things away. No apparent reason.