I moved to a new flat with Ethel. It's probably the boldest move I've done in the first quarter of the year. Why not? the place is nice. It's fully furnished, the neighborhood is quiet, and the things I need are accessible within the area. I am still close to my friends and I have nothing to worry about when it comes to getting some rest after a long day at work. We have a nice living area, a dining area where I can have wine and write in my journal, a nice balcony where I can sit back, relax and watch my neighbors play basketball or park their cars like idiots, and of course our very our kitchen where I can experiment with ... well, food. I don't know. I'll probably boil some potatoes tonight. Or tomorrow.

I have been losing sleep these days... but don't worry, it's not over something bad. Jel lent me a DVD of this reality series called In the Lot, where upcoming directors compete to work with Stephen Spielberg and score a million dollar deal with Dreamworks. Not bad. I like watching 20 different movies in one sitting, hence the eye bags. Plus the host, Adriana Costa is one of the most beautiful girls I have seen. So there. Perfect recipe for insomnia.

Work is also very very rewarding. I have been doing my job well enough for me not to worry about losing it, so that can't be a bad thing.

My mom and I are constantly communicating, so I am not worried about her and my sister. We have never been closer. I love that feeling. I am going to chase it forever.

On the weekend I think I will get some sleep and visit a few friends. I kind of want some time alone. A few well-deserved days off just to recharge and regain my zest for life.

Oh, and yesterday I cleaned my toe nails. Yes, after much cruel criticism from colleagues and friends, I decided to push back those cuticles a bit and scrub that dead skin off my big toe.

Ummm yeah I guess that's it.

My colleagues punked me today.
They involved our big boss and they totally made my armpits sweat like anything.
Anyway I think it was a great idea for me to just shut up and own up to my mistake.
Or else I would have looked like an idiot in front of everyone in the boss's office.
I actually feel kinda special. No one has ever pulled an April Fool prank on me.
In a way, yeah I am honored. Stupid to be thinking so but what the hell.
Ok I admit it. I was hung over yesterday, and wasn't able to go to work.
Many would think that was retarded, but I say I'm human and I wasn't about to show up at work reeking of alcohol.
Plus I felt so guilty I made sure my story for today was comprehensive.