I couldn't close the drawer after the last pair of stockings that I had left, which devoured each other. So it was, badly closed, already for two weeks, the pajamas (in the spin of the pajamas, except three giveaways, there is no pajamas; the t-shirt “for home” is full of pants). I took out some stockings, similar and unmatched, but in vain, something didn't allow me to return the piece of furniture to the rectangle.

In the drawer of work, I don't get a folio anymore. I have the folders full of papers, the prints and the class items and the games and a book and some note from another professor and a bottle of wine and a tape to make moccasins. Last week I left my backpack on the job, and there I have put myself to keep the papers, most of the times I have not wanted or wanted to throw them out.

Lately, the messages I send cannot be saved in the email, I have no place. Neither in one direction nor in the other. I also don't have space on my phone, because I have a lot of heavy files, for example, videos full of children. Whatsapp alerts me and warns me that I have to manage the files to have space. I also have my PC hard drive up, and before I open the Word page I already have coffee with finished milk. Drive the same. And every time I promise to put on an external hard drive all the photos, all the videos, all the songs, all the movies, all the sinks, this week.

I completely emptied the drawer that I was opening, as if I had a spring behind me every time I forged it to close it, and I pulled it out of the cabinet, with a little strength. At the bottom of the house was a huge pair of fat reds that served me well, and had fallen from the back of the drawer. I clothed them. Now I have the earth filled with socks, with holes and no holes. The drawer on the bed, because I have not been able to put it behind (“a little violent” will have to see). It has filled me too much. Let's see if now I'm not going to fit myself, and I have to close this life and start another one.