Today it's about me.
When I'm felling down, one of the things I usually do is read 'The Little Prince' of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. The book was given to me, when I was six(I think) and since then it has been read more than a thousand times, there was a certain period in my (short) life when I read it almost every week, if you'd ask me why, I wouldn't be able to give you an answer I just needed to read it.
In these days I haven't read it so often, but it still lies in my bedside table, close to me, just in case...
Probably I need to read it again. I'm kind of lousing touch with reality. I'm on summer holidays for some time now (about three weeks) and I spend all of my time at home, on the internet. I rarely go to the beach, although the good weather that's on Portugal these days, my room is a mess, and I have lots of plans of things to do during the summer, but I don't start none ( I think these Blog was the first).
I really have to organize my room, whit that organized, it'll be easier to organize ideas.
And I need to spend less time in front of the computer...