I woke up with a big smile on my face. What a great dream I had! I was k-i-s-s-i-n-g with Steven Hyde from That 70s Show all night, I felt. Sweet!

On the metro, I was reading the short story Clara by my favorite Roberto Bolaño. I like it because of these parts:

"When Clara made her entrance, it was like the apparition of a goddess. I know it was a stupid thing to think - and it's a stupid thing to say - but that's how it was."

"She had put on weight, and in spite of the makeup her face looked worn, not so much by time as by frustration, which surprised me, since I'd never really thought that Clara aspired to anything. And if you don't aspire to anything, how can you be frustrated?"

And today I'm going to SZIGET!!