Today was definitely not my day. I woke up on hour late after I had a nightmare involving a very fat guy *too much Ally McBeal these days*. Sent a message to my boss telling her I was going to be late, missed the tube, took the next one and, what do you know? Right in front of me was a very fat guy who was staring! Jesus, stop looking at me like that, fatso! I arrived at the office, stumbled on the stairs, then talked only nonsense.
Now I’m like in a trance – not fully awake, a bit hungry, not really attentive. And my hair looks like an orange bird nest. Uhm, great.
One good thing actually did happen today: as I was walking from the tube station to the office, I met A., one of my colleagues, *we get along quite well* and he looked at me and said: “Ah, you’re still a nice-looking kid.” 
Ameer says: 
Ally McBeal screws with your head in weird ways 
I’ve watched it a couple of months ago and I felt like dancing every time I went out in the street. Which could be a good thing, except it’s not – coz it’s really not like me 
ionuca 
