{"id":333,"date":"2008-11-25T18:13:17","date_gmt":"2008-11-25T21:13:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/?p=326"},"modified":"2008-11-25T18:13:17","modified_gmt":"2008-11-25T21:13:17","slug":"doente-e-cansado","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/?p=333","title":{"rendered":"Doente e Cansado"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"attachment wp-att-325 centered\" src=\"http:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/fadingflower.jpg\" alt=\"fadingflower\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Subiu o elevador. 16\u00ba andar. Estava cansado. Havia despedido duas pessoas naquele dia. Embora necess\u00e1rio, C\u00e9sar n\u00e3o gostava de faz\u00ea-lo. A consci\u00eancia do\u00eda. Na verdade, nada que um rem\u00e9dio n\u00e3o resolvesse. Um para a dor, outro para dormir. Um \u00faltimo para controlar o stress. Viver sedado n\u00e3o era o problema. A sobriedade incomodava mais que o torpor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Era de uma estupidez not\u00e1vel. Para ser mais preciso, C\u00e9sar gostava de se fazer de est\u00fapido. Poupava esfor\u00e7o. Sobretudo, detestava ter de explicar as coisas. N\u00e3o era exatamente brilhante em sua \u00e1rea &#8211; trabalhava como diretor de uma universidade &#8211; nem administrando nem na educa\u00e7\u00e3o. Mas &#8220;acima da m\u00e9dia&#8221; n\u00e3o se constitu\u00eda como requisito fundamental para o cargo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>(&#8230;)<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">, Jo\u00e3o terminou o livro em menos de uma hora. Estava entediado. Recolocou &#8220;O Mito de Sis\u00edfo&#8221; na prateleira. Gostava de Camus. Dava boa risadas com ele. Deitou na cama, mastigando uma ma\u00e7\u00e3. Cuspiu a parte podre, que deixou um gosto amargo na boca.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>how&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>to<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>&#8230;dissapear<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Hellen socou 5 vezes a cabe\u00e7a do irm\u00e3o. Havia transado sem camisinha. E nem gostava de Augusto. Fingiu orgasmo regozijando-se internamente. Em sua cabe\u00e7a, humilhar o namorado dava mais prazer que entregar-se.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>(i just don&#8217;t know)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>O inferno era ele mesmo. Mas n\u00e3o compactuava com a depress\u00e3o. Estava bem feliz, at\u00e9. Compunha can\u00e7\u00f5es soturnas ao piano em dias de sol.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">trabalho-leitura-\u00e9tica-responsabilidade social-aus\u00eancia-dor-sono-gozo-t\u00e9dio-for\u00e7a-ladainha-comida-repeteco-cerveja<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-ci\u00fame-solid\u00e3o-impaci\u00eancia-dinheiro-falta-gordura-obsess\u00e3o-pol\u00edtica-audio<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-bottom-blefe-cr\u00edtica-rotina-novidade-coleira-pregui\u00e7a<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Os p\u00ealos se acumulavam sob a mesa. Calor. Frio. J\u00e1 n\u00e3o diferenciava. N\u00e3o tinha import\u00e2ncia. Muita informa\u00e7\u00e3o. Vigor. Ar fresco. Consci\u00eancia online. S\u00f3 tinha vigor durante umas duas horas ao dia. N\u00e3o era exatamente o suficiente. Fastio. Cansa\u00e7o.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">, continuaria outra hora.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Subiu o elevador. 16\u00ba andar. Estava cansado. Havia despedido duas pessoas naquele dia. Embora necess\u00e1rio, C\u00e9sar n\u00e3o gostava de faz\u00ea-lo. A consci\u00eancia do\u00eda. Na verdade, nada que um rem\u00e9dio n\u00e3o resolvesse. Um para a dor, outro para dormir. Um \u00faltimo para controlar o stress. Viver sedado n\u00e3o era o problema. A sobriedade incomodava mais que [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[122],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/333"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=333"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/333\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crimideia.com.br\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}