So, yes, the ceiling is still dripping, but the plumber is supposed to fix it on Monday. Apparently he has to replace the whole toilet. (but the water is from the pipe going to the toilet, not the other way around. Thankfully.)

I went clubbing with my roomie last night and that was just too spectacular. I think we fell in love with each other last night, because we are exactly the same way. And we both are hot dressers and dancers. Of course. So right now I am heading out to have a walk around the city with Jenny and tonight I am going to a party with my friend Matia. So much for a quiet and relaxing weekend. But at least this way I have fun and hey, last night we met a struggling theatre director from Miami and I said he should drop me a line when he needs someone for his next play. I know, you are all very jealous.

And then there is this big news from work: David, the South-African with the bad temper, got fired on Thursday for making a girl cry the day before and I replaced him as baker boy (and yes, I have been making Baker Street/Sherlock Holmes jokes all day about it) which of course is exciting, but also quite stressfull, because I didn't really have time to slowly get into it and this Friday was unbelievingly busy. Pure madness. I also put on the Beatles in the morning and then we were so busy all day, being one short staff and all, that I had no time to change it and no-one else did either, but Kate from work just said: "Btw, nice Beatles medley today!" (Faebulous, this girl would be so perfect for you)