Tortellini al pesto...

Thanks to mr. Buitoni, this evening I had a kind of Italian dinner. I cooked tortellini. Of course both pesto and tortellini were not homemade.. But it was good, or at least satisfactory. My flatmate appreciated it. I was in a good mood, and I decided to cook also for him. I got an email from my boss which increased my self confidence (if any room for it). You know, life is a kind of path full of surprises. What I like more, is that at any moment you can't even imagine what it will bring tomorrow. Ok ok, you have a set of alternatives. But even if you frame the issue in terms of probebility distribution, there is always room for some totally unexpected event. This make me feel alive, even when living means hurting.