Did I mention before I hate fridays with no hang out plans? I hate them, and today is one. Julio's next-married-gang are preparing to go to Los Azufres for a pre-pre-nuptial night, so this weekend seems very lonely.
But the worse thing is the excesss of water, the Laja river is bursting its banks, and the Lerma is already overflowed. Thousand of families are in refugies.
And the rain persists. I'm hearing right now the thunders
Haven't finished my talk, but I thing is quite advanced.
Yesterday and today give my class for the CFE's school. Eight hours straight: I'm exhausted. But there were very fun people, nice people.
In a moment of coding necesity wrote a reporter for the clamav for the sucorreo web-administrator. I hope administrators will find it useful.
Have the idea for another short story: I guy who sell his happiness to a satanic merchant, a rambling about the current nihilism... cool!