Well, it´s a fact. I´m here until today.

How do I feel? Dunno. It´s a dull, empty feeling I can´t describe well. I´ve been living in some sort of cocoon this last two years, leave apart the rest of my life, and since Wednesday, everything will take a three sixty degrees turn round.

Of course, that means I´ll drop by here more seldom than ever, and that is not precisaly an encouraging point. Why am I doing this? For my future? For being more adult? For gaining a little more respect for myself?

Dunno.

Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
drove my chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
And good ol´ boys were drinking whisky and rye
singing this could be the day that I die.