Post Coitum

Been Skypeing for a couple of hours with them. That's where I belong to. I gotta get back, definitely. That's it.

I keep trying to crack the WEP key to the Wi-Fi network I've just found at home. It's tough, really. Work in progress, anyway.

I can't set myself to work. I must finish a chapter on mental lexicon for May the 2nd. Tight schedule. Panic. Instant amnesia. Anxiety. Again, I'm so sick of it.

I feel anesthesied. My senses collapse. But my mind is ready and sharp. One more contradiction.

One more day.

And yes : post-coitum is a sad animal.