You’re looking for an info, a simple fucking information. A purely practical one: you’re not there to do research on child psychology or nuclear fission, no, you seek only a simple information about the number of pyjamas your future son will need, for the first three months of his life…

Aug.20, 2013, 4:37pm — My mother is in a hospital. She’s in the O.R, getting her breast removed. My mother have Carcinoma, she likes to call it Carlo. Today I really wished my job wasn’t so boring, so I would have something better to do than think about the possibility that she might not…