EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

I’m crazy.

I came from Salamanca yesterday night after not having slept two much in the whole weekend and I got up at 7:30 this morning in order to go to Pontevedra and present my report about my pedagogic course, but as soon as I got Pontevedra I didn’t like the way I had wrote a paragragh. I got so angry with myself that I left a note for my tutor apologising for not meeting him today and I caught a train back to Santiago again to correct the report.

I’m mad.

But I wish I were the craziest person in the world.
Unfortunately, Ariel Sharon is much worse than me :neutral:.