And it's carnival again

28 carnivals... (guess I've just revealed the classified info, right?)
But my first one away from Brazil. I've never been a big fan of carnivals. I actually hated it. But I miss the Brazilian music, going to places where I can listen to real good Brazilian music and dance, not the 'axe' or 'forro' places that they have here in London. If I was in Brazil right now I would definitely be complaning that I wasn't in London. Just for a couple of days I would like to go to Brazil and drink a Polar and listen to Jorge Ben at Lula's and everybody aguing over where to go and where would be the best place to dance and drink... And we would end up not going anywhere and stay at his place online and drinking Polares... I miss that...
I just got back from the Pub. When I came back I saw that Ronaldo went online but didn't find me, but I just needed to get out of the house, you know? I'm basically leaving home straight to work and coming back and having pints and going to bed. Yesterday was my day off and I was willing to meet my friend Ricardo but I didn't. I just kept watching TV lying on the couch and taking an occasional nap. Paula invited me to go to the movies but I declined. She went and said the movie was pretty good, 'Good Night and Good Luck' with George Clooney.

It's so frustaring because I haven't been out, I haven't done anything cool, I've been wasting my time.
I've been acting just like my friend Claudia here, who wakes up every morning at 5am thinking about the time she's going to bed again. That's so sad, man...
I was going to buy the bus pass today, but I woke up so late that I HAD to buy the tube pass otherwise I'd be late for work. Something's gotta change.
I need a 'change of scene'. I need to get out of town for a while.
I need to go to Paris again, I guess.

I'm listening to Chico Buarque's 'Vai Passar'... Going back to the roots all the way... And it's carnival again... complaining as always...