I broke a nail. I broke it really deep. I am not concerned on the aesthetics of it, it's just that it really hurts. As a member of the male diaspora (I am doing that thing with my hands), I don't experience broken nails too often. Things like this make you realize that women go through pain in the name of grooming. My nail wasn't even that long, but I banged it into a piece of office furniture, and that was enough to send a jolt of pain into my finger. I wrapped it with a curita, so I think I will survive. Oh Well.

Today I am back in the office after a long weekend with my girl friend. I enjoyed every moment of it. I cooked for her on Saturday night, and displayed my dormant kitchen skills. I am un chef peppin as my mother used to call me. I enjoy cooking, but hate doing it for myself. I love the feeling of sharing the fruits of my labor with great company, and that is exactly what I did. Monday morning I woke up and headed to the kitchen again to make a real breakfast I didn't make home fries but somethings should be left for the next round. I made pancakes, scrambled cheese eggs, bacon and toast It was good. Maybe great.

I spent a relaxing day doing pretty much nothing. That was awesome by itself, the fact that I could be with her was a plus. I missed louder Mondays, but I didn't want to go out at all. It has been so long since I have had a day off, since I could just relax without worries or schedules. I definitely needed that. I have poetry, I have loving friends who want to see me happy and who will try as hard as possible to make sure that I am not unhappy, and I have a caring, lovable, funny, energetic (she has as much energy as I do), Beautiful, incredible girlfriend. Besides winning the lottery, what else could I want?

Well I have a list, but that doesn't matter right now. All in due time.
I am happy.

Enough is over rated...