It seems like nothing can beat the rage of the hormones

My brain really is being destroyed by the evil pms. Today I got this client on the phone who was very excited and told me how much she appreciated the work I did and while she was talking all I could think was "who the fuck are you and what did I do?". I did hear her name, I just wasn't able to remember the job, that I did... on Monday. Seriously: no brain. Must. Fight. Hormones. Grumble.

Good stuff: I managed to make a very tasty meal for mom and me. After that we went to the theatre for a performance by my favorite Belgian musicians: De Nieuwe Snaar. They were great, but in front of me was a couple of girls who apparantly were unaware of anything happening on stage, or maybe their lives are more important, because they had to check their cell every ten minutes. Bitches. The guys were great, but my mood was ruined.

I'm still feeling down, so I'm gonna try and find my bed before midnight again. And a big book. It worked last night:)

Finished reading: De Brug by Geert Mak
88 pages about the people who live up and under the bridge in Istanbul. Interesting.

Reading on the bus: What Is The What by Dave Eggers
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Reading in bed: Lichamelijke oefening by Midas Dekkers
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