I wonder if everyone is as busy as I am or if it is just me thinking everyone's busy since I don't have time to look any closer. I'd put my money on option 2.

However, I did find time this weekend to really go out and dance all 16-year olds off the dancefloor. I don't mean I vulgarly jumped around and kicked them off, no I mean that my friend Anja and I litterally danced for at least 4 hours in a row and that by the time we starting thinking of going home there were at least 10 other songs to dance to and no one left on the dancefloor (except two gourgeous young men, not dancing but talking). I sang along with every song. I'll shake this world off my shoulder ... com' on baby the laugh's on me ... dudududu.

It feels like waking up, this starting to go out again. I've been half dead since Monday morning because I worked in my sister's restaurant for the rest of the weekend, but I don't want to go to sleep, I want to go out dancing again. Friday then. On someone's birthday party. That's why they call me slim Sandy, I'm back, I'm back.

What also felt like waking up was last week in the gym when I found out what type of man could always sexually arouse me: a firm muscled body wearing glasses. Auch! I must have had a head redder than ever on that treadmill.

Speaking of treadmills and being busy... I have started to consider running a marathon next year. Or maybe in 2007, since I need a lot more training and less renovation of an appartment and working in restaurants and bars. I may be too early with my new year's resolution (this is really the first one in years) but for 2006 I plan to run 1/2 marathon in one of the late spring season contests. And I also want to start a radio show again. Stay tuned for the execution of my plans.