Saturday night lights

I thing I've got my life back into my hands. All it took is to clean up my room/apartment. I read like crazy, I have started a serious blog (not his one), I'm working on my foray into the academia, doing nice useless things, appreciating Handel, the only worry I've got left is not to die prematurely. But that's anyone's worry, like it or not. Maybe it's true, after all, all I need is water, a gun and rabbits.