I just had the beautiful idea of plugging my old 12Mbps modem in the bedroom, so, now I have a way of posting everything I have been writing.

There's just another little adventure with the notebook.

Having only one single holiday every week can be too stressful… so, why stay home, if I can go out? Last thursday, August 9th, I went to a shopping mall, with the intention of buying some envelopes (yeah, snail mail still exists) because mama has been really fucking my patience about some documents I had to send her - and I have been postponing it day after day - and sit down, somewhere, and work in a drawing on Autocad… or, on finding signal, get connected to the world, without wires.

The “shopping” part of the process was pretty quick. Soon I was out, and looking for some place to sit down and play. I found a bench besides McDonalds, and it looked perfect. With a street dog hunger, I opened my machine, pressed ON and… NOTHING HAPPENED. It took me few seconds to realize that I left the machine on SLEEP mode the night before… and it actually ate all the battery. And by this moment I felt hungry too… Yes, I had an equation to solve – to feed myself and the machine – and the answer was: BIKKURI DONKEY, a restaurant on the other pavement. A smile appeared on my face. Surely, it was too far from being like to sit in a Parisian cafe, order a carafe of wine and fresh oysters and write like Hemingway, but by that moment I felt like it would fit my needs like a glove. Unfortunately, it felt like being HIT by a glove.

I got there and asked for a place with an AC jack to plug my machine. They had it. So, I plugged it and felt like recovering the other half the man I used to be. By the order time, the manager told me, politely, that the electricity network was under repairs, and that it could be cut suddenly in any moment, possibly causing damage to my equipment, so, it was better for me not to use it... LIAR! – I thought. If it was really true, everything in that place would have to be unplugged. The smile vanished from my face.

But, I decided not to run the risk, although I knew that there wasn’t any maintenance at all. Turned it off and left it charging, until I finished my French fries. And mysteriously, they had some strange red powder on it. Pepper? Tasted like it. What a S.O.B.! They wanted me to buy more drinks too.

I had no choice but to pack my things, pay my bill, and get out of that place forever. And I hope that my friends have the decency of at least not suggest to go eating there, in my next 8 lives.