The Simple Life

When you're not thinking about the future (or at least pretending to be) your mind has room for more mundane things. Although I was too busy at work to join my colleagues when they went to have a drink in downtown Culemborg, I did enjoy a cold Corona with lime on our teeny tiny balcony while listening to Chris Rea. And then I had another one. But I wonder: should I be worried about the fact that my neighbor, the same sorority girl who got me hooked on the Amélie soundtrack one year ago, is playing the Spice Girls' second album as we speak? Because I kind of am...