I smell like fish. I sniff my fingers.
I had a tin of trout for supper. Soaked in tomato sauce.
I also had a fine bottle of wine.
It's cold here, though spring is in for like ten days.
But that's just the calendar.
Fatigue. F-A-T-I-G-U-E. Calling it like that instead of tiredness makes it look more grave. I mean, you are so tired you must express yourself using another language. Je suis un peut fatiguée!
Biraz yorgunum. Yoruldum.
I always mess up the tense, whatever.
What you never learn, you never know! Right?
When it comes to Turkish grammar, I must agree. How would I know which tense to use by just listening to people speaking? See?
But it doesn't always work like this, as it's impossible to force a universal rule on how things work in general. Things never work as they are supposed to work. Rules are stupid, Teresa! And it's a terrific relief to realize that rules, by their nature are stupid in their very creation.
*Easy*
Kid's a natural. He's got it all.
When you hear that sentence, you know you are in the right place, doing the right thing.
Dad said that my brightest talent (if not the solemn) is that people love me. That's great, right? You aren't doing anything, or at least you feel like you aren't doing anything yet you achieve something you do not necessarily ask for. Fuck my career! Why would I be the next Bukowski or Hemingway? That's just all in my head! Embrace it, Péter! You are loved. But that's pretty much it.
*Easy*
