Ya sólo me queda una sesión de fisioterapia para terminar el tratamiento. La verdad es que ha ido todo bastante bien y me encuentro prácticamente recuperado. Con un poco de suerte y si no pasa nada raro, este fin de semana volveré a jugar al futbol.
Con los nuevos turnos que nos han puesto este año en el trabajo, el sábado me tocará trabajar de nueve a tres y media, no se como me las apañaré porque hace siglos que no trabajo en sábado. No quiero pensar cuando me toque la semana en la que trabajamos de lunes a viernes hasta las siete y media ... que pereza.
Una semana más y seguimos sin tener tiempo ni para tomar un café, hay que hacer algo para arreglarlo...
Me encanta esta canción de The Last Shadow Puppets (TLSP).
The Last Shadow Puppets - My Mistakes Were Made For You
About as subtle as an earthquake, I know,
My mistakes were made for you.
And in the backroom of the bad dream, she came,
And whisked me away, enthused.
And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.
And we're just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, then we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit them out.
Innocence and arrogance entwined,
In the filthiest of minds.
She was bitten on her birthday,
And now a face in the crowd, she's not.
And I suspected now forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting.
And give her less than everything;
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.
And we're just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help but spit them out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting,
And give her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance entwined.
My mistakes were made for you.
And in the backroom of the bad dream, she came,
And whisked me away, enthused.
And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.
And we're just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, then we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit them out.
Innocence and arrogance entwined,
In the filthiest of minds.
She was bitten on her birthday,
And now a face in the crowd, she's not.
And I suspected now forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting.
And give her less than everything;
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.
And we're just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help but spit them out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting,
And give her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance entwined.
Acaba de empezar Beautiful Girls en Cuatro, seguro que acabo viéndola otra vez. O puede que no, porque acaba de empezar la nueva temporada de Muchachada Nui en la 2. ¡¡¡Que dilema!!!! O no, que Beautiful Girls la tengo en DVD y la puedo ver cuando quiera.
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