I don't have swine flu (or whatever it's called these days), but since Thursday I haven't been feeling very well and despite not really enjoying missing work I decided to stay at home today. I wish that I could stay at home for the week and that my mum lived in the flat above so she could take care of me. But life is not always the paradise we would like it to be and what's the point in staying at home if all you do is to think about work?
Just had a tasteless spaghetti. I should cook when I'm unwell (and there's not much at home). Not that I am hungry but if you have to eat at least eat something decent, right?
We've watched loads of gymnastics this weekend. I really like it - although after a while I can loose interest. Sometimes I can be easily impressed and I was impressed with the poor Colombian girl's fall. I'm sure she is alright, but she must be feeling miserable.
I also heard the Brazilian F1 GP (sorry, I can't find the patience to watch it, unless it's full of accidents to make it a little bit more exciting). I watched the highlights later on and it was the first time I saw Jenson Button - he is kinda cute, huh?
It was TV overdose weekend for us and we finally managed to see the whole season 1 of Damages, with Glenn Close and a bunch of others. Good, now we need to start season 2. I have a love-hate relationship with TV series. Love, because if the plot is interesting, I can go on and on watching every single episode. Hate because I think it's such a waste of time and brain mass. It's good to relax, but if you watch too many, your life is gone, if you watch it once in a lifetime you forget what the story is about and might have to start the whole thing again.
That's all I have for now, folks!