Raphael Nadal is so impossibly dreamy that I can almost cheer for him over Paul-Henri Mathieu (allez les bleus) and Roger Federer (allez a grandslammer). He's consulting with the Doctor right now (the word 'platano' has never sounded sexier) and the possibility of someday being his physician should be enough to keep me focused on cursed pharmacology this afternoon. Seriously, he's got the charisma of Nuno Gomes, but with the looks to match.


I'm listening to:
PJ Harvey- Rid of Me