Loca por la Luna
Strange things happen these days.

First this massive ("stupid teenage bored"*)-hackers attack on the .org. I couldn't laugh more when I saw the extent of the disaster.
Then those alert messages from the OIE (so cool to receive them in your mailbox by the way!makes you feel important (ok, at least informed) and it makes you look ashamed for the exact location of that country you always knew the name but were to lazy to look for it or maybe just a matter of bad bad memory (to hell with it!), not to mention the total ignornce about the disease.)
[Le monde est petit.]
It's just ridiculous! In a way it's kind of soothing because no matter where you go you will always find some friend of yours, but I sometimes would rather not bump into the cousin of the ex-neighbour of my longtime disappeared highschool mate while rushing for the always-in-advance-except-when-you-need-it bus.
(you still are on time to run away and not read the rest of this terrible, terrible post)
I have some troubles (quite a lot) to sleep, and never know where I am when I wake up , and if my dream or nightmare was real(yes I do sleep alone and in my own bed every single lonely night! goddam! you are so predictable!)
(I told you to go away!)
My computer hates me and lately plays some wicked tricks on me.
Besides, I am sad to announce that Macs DO HAVE the mythical screen of death, even if it is grey.
ah! and guess who's having a Reproduction exam on Feb, 14th? I just love it! (then I will tell you everything you wanted to know about "sheep"sex but were afraid to ask.
Don´t blame me, blame the perpetuous neverending mindblowing exams period.
Or you can just blame it on the Boogie.
*Swobodin


