The Clone

My mom took her laptop so everytime I want to write something in this blog I have to come to the desk. My wonderful computer hasn't come back from Roberto's cause my mom is very busy and hasn't had time to pick it up.

So right now I am struggling (is it well spelled?) with the oldest of my computers because it has served its time, and I am using it because my mom's laptop and my computer are both gone.

I feel better. As better as to smoke a cigarette as I write. I'm alone right now. My grandpa has gone to have breakfast and the maid hasn't arrived yet. So I am all alone with the chance of smoking at home. I don't smoke at home. All of them know I'm a smoker, but as my mother and my grandpa smoke too, my poor brother is always complaining about it. I don't smoke at home because of him.

Iwas about to take a nap when my phone rang. It has the Kill Bill tone and it scared me. I was almost asleep.

So I didn't fall again. I taped a brazilian soap called "The Clone", and I'm watching it. Don't have TiVo. I taped with the vcr. It's a great soap. Really original. I had watched it when TV Azteca -a national chain- brought it to Mexico, but I didn't see it all.

Now I try, but as I have other things to do, I can't see it everyday. So I tape it.
Ja, this is silly. Me talking about nothing. Well, I'm talking about something, but it is a very stupid smalltalk.

Sometimes we need stupid in our lives. Soaps are my stupidness. I love them. Is a secret known by anyone that knows me, and now by anyone that reads this blog.

Soaps... jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja. Time to go back and keep watching "The Clone"