I just end up with my work today and I'm sooo bored that I could die about it. Besides I forgot to bring my Anaïs Nin Diary, that means I don't have lot of things to do right now. So I'm writing now... I know I could read something on my computer, but let's face it, I always have problems reading on internet, my eyes get too tired after a while... That's why I always write short parragraphs. Waiting for a dinner that I don't want to go, but I have to and just dreaming with the moment when I can go home and get some sleep. I need some sleep tonight. Hope I can run away from the Club early tonight, I'm not sure I can stand it too long. Hate parties and similars on friday.
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