Why everything needs to happen in the same time and exactly in my life? In the way back to Brasilia, my flight was delayed. Yesterday night, my car broke in the middle of the highway. I need to write my last texts to the university and it socks, really socks. I can’t stand anymore. I need some free time, you know… even I was in Rio last weekend, I could, so, go to the beach, drink some thing, meet some friends. Anyway, I’m gonna write about this short trip till Rio on the next days, right? Now, I gotta work. Everything happens in Eltontown. Why, folks? lol
