It's a Shame

You know, each time I hear this Pet Shop Boys song, somehow I feel that this is for me, about me. I try not to go complaining about my pitiful working conditions this time, okay?
One of my biggest problem today is that I just can't find my poetry book, meaning the notebook I write my poetry in. Probably the reason for this is that I haven't written anything in months, and it's a shame, too. I have found about eight former notebooks of this function, but not the last one. Just when I had a tiny bit of inspiration for writing. Actually it was after having finished Medvék minden mennyiségben by Tandori, which I don't think was such a big thing; nevertheless, I was inspired at last. And I just can't find it.
Probably the next most annoying thing is that I just can't lose weight. I really do try to eat healthily (especially since yesterday). Lentils, millet, and all kinds of veggie food. I keep on doing aerobics once a week (okay, I know I should do more). I'm even pondering spinning (I mean the sport), though there is a slight chance I would drop down dead meanwhile.
Actually my whole day was sort of a nuisance. It was about 37 degree Celsius during the day, as you might have noticed. I almost forgot to meet my friends, so I was in a hurry, and consequently, I left my mobile and my new glasses at home. Both were quite annoying, as my friend's doorbell is not working, and I couldn't ring her. And I couldn't see further than like six metres. Oh, and did I tell you that a guy walked up to me on the tram, carrying a rat on his shoulders? And he did that on purpose, walking up to everybody, and I was just disgusted and moved away from him. Next time I shall walk up with a pitbull or something.
So that's about all for today. I have to get up early.

P.S. On the bus home I met Beauty Eyes (Szépszemű), the boy who probably has the most beautiful eyes near and far, and whom I haven't seen for ages. And you know what? Not only was he there with a girl, that I could have beared. I also arrived at the conclusion that all the guys I used to fall for are now baldish and/or fat. In his case it was baldish with stubbly head and face (just like a prisoner). Am I really so old?

P.P.S. At the moment I'm reading Mézescsók Cerberusnak by Szabó Magda.