After more than a week alone at home, with incipient bronchitis, and thriving on dubious pseudofood, I am back in my office.
Somehow, I am not convinced it is a good idea.
Highlights of the latest forced homestaying:
– Getting a 1 p.m. – 4 a.m. circadiam rythm
– Understanding that kebab-laced focaccia is not the great idea it seems on paper
– Hating Patrick McGoohan for the way the Prisoner finishes.
– Despite that, I simply can’t get Dem Bones out of my head.
Any new hint on the why don’t spiders rule the world?