I was always boring, but this is a new level of *yawn*. I'm a rebel if I make it past midnight. Everyone around me is pregnant - no, that is not an invitation, I am happily un-pregnant and hope to stay that way for the forseeable future - to the point where the automatic assumption if you're female and ill WILL be that you are no longer uninhabited, unless proven otherwise. Sorry.

I am in love with Paulo Coelho. Simplicity at its most simple. Somehow his writing seems so life-affirming or something. It's almost revitalising - and we could all do with that.

I like to connect strangers I've never talked to with people who know people I know. So far this week I have seen Mark's sister doing her shopping in Dunnes in a purple skirt, Wendy's husband at the traffic lights on his bike, Caroline's sister and her kids parked outside my apartment block, and my brother's new girlfriend (who I've never met) on the bus.

Much love to the Dublin Bus drivers - I left my wallet on a bus last week and they did everything they could to help me. I eventually got it back (thank you all!) with everything in it. The relief was palpable.

Now I have to go to bed. College, oh how I miss thee.