Last night I met Hugh Jackman on a corner two blocks from my home. We talked a little bit and he was as nice as I always thought he would be. Then it started to snow.
I live in the middle of Amazon. The forest, not the e-store. I was dreaming, of course.
My unconscious has such a bittersweet way to tell me I'm asking for too much...
At least the week begins with a laugh.
By the way, or not, this is the 500º post of this blog. It took almost 10 years to reach the mark. I'm slow, I know.
