It's been a weird week. I haven't updated in a while because I've been tired all the time. It seems like I've been bitten by a tse-tse fly. Really. No matter how much hours I've slept. I'm always tired. I normally sleep like 4-5 hours on weekdays and around 8-9 on weekends, and everything works fine. But this week I forced myself to sleep at least 6-7 hours every day, because I thought this way I wouldn't be so tired. It didn't work. Last Thursday I fell asleep while watching Without A Trace. And yesterday I spent the day showing the city to my cousin Cristina and her friends, so when I arrived home I just wanted to sleep. And I did. 11 hours. lol. I lost my favorite night of the week but I'm feeling much better now, which is really cool, cause I might go out tonight with Cristina and her friends. There's nothing confirmed yet. In fact, I'm still waiting for them to text me.

As I told you in the paragraph above, I've spent a lot of time sleeping. And I had not one but TWO sex dreams. Yes, two. Yes, I do agree with you. I also think I'm obssesed. lol. Let me tell you about them. Don't worry, I won't get too dirty. lol. In the first one I was in the house we have in my father's borntown, and I was rushing into a bedroom [by the way, it wasn't my bedroom lol], and then I saw I was with a guy [didn't see his face though] and we started making out, but not just making out, we were like those animals on the Discovery Channel [wasn't that a line from very random but cool song that came out around 2000? lol] But then I heard a noise and knew my dad was coming upstairs, so I started dressing while my dad was asking "what are you doing?". lol. I had the other sex dream one day later. Once again: yes, I do believe I'm obssesed. lol. I was in a very Ikea-ish bedroom... and not alone. I was with the guy I used to like. I had a crush on him for almost three years [pathetic, I know] I was saying something like "I can't do this" and was on my way to leave the place but I suddenly stopped, turned around and started making out with this guy [god, I'm so desperate lol] And after this, all I remember is that I woke up in this really cool bed in that Ikea-ish bedroom with my old crush on the other side of the bed. Then I woke him up and told him I had to go. That's all. I'm especially worried about the latter dream. Why did he appeared in one of my dreams? I haven't thought of him in a long time. Does this means I still like him? I don't know. This shit is bananas. Sorry, I so wanted to say that. lol.

You better stop the things you do,

Santi