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martedì, gennaio 24, 2006
Today I am sick. It's strange how you miss your job when you are at home. Usually when you work and you are tired you repeat to yourself that would be terrific to stay at home, lay on your sofa with a glass of wine in your hand and a book to read in the other, but it comes when you have time to relax and recover yourself from a cold, that you want to do something and you badly want to go back to your office and "do". Being a "doer" brings you to be bored of having spare time instead of "quid est autem dulcius otio litterato?"
