I'm almost falling asleep when I get a phone call. A friend tells me her siblings are watching the game. God. I had no idea my team was playing.

I turn on the TV. 2x2. The game is good, and I get into it pretty quickly. Half an hour later, fully awake, I am constantly frustrated as my team fails to score. A penalty is missed. And again.

A few minutes later the game is over. Pissed off that I woke up to see it, I change the channel, hoping to see something absolutely meaningless that doesn't request much of my attention spam. I automatically end up on E!. After a while I realise I'm actually watching Girls of the Playboy Mansion.

Oh my God.

The mere notion that there are actual people like that living and breathing in the United States is horrifying. Even more mind-boggling is the fact that there are people like that that go to college with me. Blondes with their hair straight, badly tanned, with the most horrible accent ever, and that start crying when they find out they've been nominated Playmate of the year while hugging Hugh Hefner.

Ok, maybe I don't know blondes like this. But I definitely am acquainted with similar people.

I calmly breathe. I need to sleep. The Boss left me with the keys to the office and I have to open the place tomorrow.

I mindlessly change the channels. Ah. Sex and the City. An oasis in American television. Time to close my eyes and drift off. Good night.