For some reason everybody appears to have those random pieces of cutlery. There is the nice set or two of different kind that all other pieces belong to. And then there are those odd pieces that nobody doesn't even have an idea where they came from.
This post needs to be two hundred words at minimum. There are still one hundred and seventy eight remaining after this sentence.
That is already over ten percent done. And after this second paragraph, which I'll make a little bit longer I have already completed one quarter of the required count.
I quess I didn't write yet today. Hold on, I'll check...
Yeah, haven't written yet. So here we go. It's been a busy day. First day at work after the trip. And last day of the week. So had to get a lot of done.
Had some things to do at home as well. And on top of it all, it's my wife's birthday.
So I haven't got that moment to stop and write. Or more like I haven't taken it until now.
I almost forgot. Or well, not forgot. But just disregarded it. There has been a lot of things happening today. But now I'm finally writing for today.
I didn't plan it to go this way. And this is not actually the time to write yet. But I don't know if I would be able to write anymore when its the time. Or it might be too late already at that time.
The most important thing is, after all, that I'm writing again. Keeping it up no matter what. And now I'm almost halfway through already. What else could I say?
I don't want to write right now. Not just because I'm tired and it's late. I would have wanted to go to sleep hours ago already.
Not because I don't have anything to say. I would have a plethora of things to write about. It's more like I don't know where to start.
But it's not that either. I could ponder a moment and surely find some end of a thread which to start pulling.
It's none of these things and it's all of those. Too much, or little and too late. I just can't think I could have been able to go any deeper than this.
Let's take the pizza out of the owen. Fresh, steaming hot. But what are those pineapples doing on top of it? They don't belong to a pizza. At least according to my Italian friend who is paramount about the matter. And I have a pretty good impression he's not alone.
I'm not a huge fan of pineapple on pizza myself either. I like a few pieces of it on top of it, but not too much. And I can definitely live without it.