I’ve got so carried away with the Red Dog dream these days… And you all know how dreams are: too beautiful to be true. Yet this one is true. And somehow… it’s eating up all my energy.

I looked for a full time job to have more time for my private life and to have time to write my novel. That piece of literature that’s waiting to be completed since the dawn of 2005. Instead I put more time in my new dream, more hopes and, because I don’t dream alone anymore, I fail.

It is hard to explain how I fail, because… I even fail even at understanding that. I don’t have time for myself anymore. I don’t have time for you…

I missed Maria’s birthday (it was on the 7th) despite the reminder, which was on my PC but on the 7th I didn’t get the chance to even touch it…

I fail at getting involved in projects that really matter like P.A.P.A and Blogger Power.

I fail at answering your emails and blog comments in time.

I even fail at communicating with my own colleagues if you can believe that.

I fail at bringing you the weekly blogs of note because… I don’t have time to read other blogs than the ones related to my work now. So here it is: instead of the weekend’s blogs of note entry, this weekend’s Mig is a failure entry.

God help me, because I need someone to unleash my own dream now…