Last Day of March

The day is almost gone, and so is this extraordinary month. It's funny, I keep thinking that with the end of this month things are going to change. In terms of things that are going to happen, obviously, but also in regard of things that belong to the past now. This year's March was strangely long, at least to me it felt very much so. There were good things, bad things, and things that don't belong to either of the two. 

Bad things. I hurt my foot. I don't know when or how, but it happened and it sucks. It keeps me from doing things that I want to do, persistently dancing on my mind like a lunatic techno kid on drugs. The only thing I can do is sit still and try to think of non-foot related stuff, like this translation I'm working on. That, by the way is also a bad thing. It's a good story, nice to read, but it's an asshole to translate. 

Ok, now good things. Days are getting longer, temperatures are rising and the sun is shining more and more often. I got to know the names of some of the staff at the coffee shop I always visit, including the pretty girl, yay, and they seem to be genuinely nice people. Oh and today the second Indian girl is supposed to move out. Eureka! How could I forget. And that's probably the best news of the day in whole world.

Things that are neither good nor bad, which are usually my favourite kind. Because generally I try not to think in terms of good or bad, black or white. Except for good. I mean, good is good, right? It's like when the kid asks his father why he had to be nice all the time, and the father says, because it's nice to be nice. The second term has ended, and now the end of my studies is near. That's neither good nor bad. It's there, and what's important is what I'm going to do with it.