well, I've got a problem

Yeah, my schizophrenia is getting worse these last days.
Delirante is deliring stronger and more powerful than never before.
You know what? I think is the fever of my illness (don't worry, isn't big deal, no more than a regular cold), but, anyway, is funnier if i think i'm turning this way forever.
Well, if you've not noticed yet, i've got a problem with language. I write in english, but not only that.

Also, I speak in english.- every single time a british (and the stupid accent of them that bothers me so much) or an american cuttie girl -or sexy boy- come to the cinema where i work to ask for a ticket for BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (it seems easy to read but when you try to pronounce it, the thing gets worse). I realised that from now i am the oficial ticket-seller-for-nonspaniards. But i'm not being payed better.

In addition, I read in english.- yeah, sunes, i keep reading this crazy and pervert book of Mary Gaitskill about sex and isolation. I read, and i read, but for the moment, it has no end. And, if it doesn't seem weird enough, i can tell you that i'm a prisoner of amazon.uk. The paradise of working-and-payed Laura. My perdition.

More... I listen to music in english.- i don't know how i do that, but every song that my computer or ipod plays is 100% of the times in english. It doesn't matter if it's come from u.s or u.k or spain, but always, always, is song in english. Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, Lonely Joe, Marlango, Lanegan, Ferdinand, Mando Diao can confirm it.

And so, I watch in english.- films, series, everything. All the mass media products i'd consumed these last days' come from outside, by the net and always in english. So, sex in the city, lost, the l-word (amazing), films coming... everything swallowed and sometimes without the sweetness of the help of a few subtitles.

In short, all of this crap has obvious consequences in my real live. I get suprised myself thinking inside my brains and senses in this fucking language. Or trying to figure arguments out, or just simply dreaming in the middle of the night. My soundtrack is written and thought in english... isnt's that cool?!

So, yeah, I'm crazy. Crazy funny, no crazy dangerous. 'Cause maybe I look like a junkie (and now it increases, because of the lost of my voice since yesterday) but in spite of physical appearances, I'm a good person. Promise.