What is it about sundays that makes them go about 3 times as fast as any other day when all you need to do is watch tv and eat, but makes them last 10 times longer when you have to work? Today was pure hell, the sort of day when you check your watch every 5 minutes just to discover that only 2 minutes have passed. I thought I´d die of boredom. All I wanted was for that day to be over so I could go home. And when I could, I didn´t want to leave anymore. There must be something severely wrong with my head. Wait, there is something severely wrong with my head. After all, he´s not that good looking. Not at all. Had you asked me a month or so ago I´d definitely have said, no, not at all. Sort if goofy. Not right, not right at all. Can it really be that all that´s changed just because of that dream? What the hell is going on? Oh my god, please don´t let anyone find out. I´d have to leave the country. Oh no no no no no. This is getting worse and worse by the minute. It is not just that stupid dream. I should have known, I should have known all along, it was there for a very long time. I found it. I found it here. Where has it been hiding all this time?