I almost slept all day yesterday, with my cell phone  off, doors locked, I felt I was the happiest and  luckiest person in the world to be able to sleep for more that 10 hours.

I finally watched The Devil Wears Prada this weekend. I am now crazily in love with their clothes. I need to be slimmer.

I used to like watching soccer very much, but I find myself totally  losing the interest to get up at 2:45 to watch the European Cup, even the game was on Sunday morning.

A friend asked me how I was doing, and I answered that I was busy meeting strangers, making friends and then leaving them. Poor me.

I hate Sunday nights.