Monday, May 22
I do design. Or, rather, design does me. It's Monday, 8.30 pm, and I have just arrived home straight from work. Today I single-handedly finished a 24-page magazine. I did it in three working days - quite the feat, as I have been doing a bunch of tiny things in the meantime: scanning somebody's photo of something, sending some logo to someone, opening some ad and converting it into a usable format for someone else… I hate being distracted. But don't get me wrong, I love my job, and I understand all the necessary inconveniences that go with it. I used to think I wouldn't do well in advertising, following a rather painful experience with a former employer, but now I see myself through the eyes of someone else I have become, someone definitely successful, though there's still much room for improvement.

Tuesday, May 23
Day three since Lordi of Finland won the Eurovision Song Contest with their Hard Rock Hallelujah. I am considering wearing a t-shirt that says, "I voted for Lordi". No, kidding, but I do listen to their song non-stop now that I have downloaded it. I tend to be like that - when I am into something, I dig deep into it and explore it and enjoy it until I get tired of it. Then usually I throw it aside, unless it's something that can keep my interest alive. I used to do that to men, too.

On a side note, I suddenly have the queasy feeling that I am blogging. I've never written in a blog and I am not too keen on the idea of exposing myself to strangers. Would you pass me that fig leaf, please? Thank you. I think I will come back less bared tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 24
A non-working day in the middle of the week - yay! Holidays are always welcome. Though, from another point of view, it could be quite counterproductive to break the office routine. I hate sitting around doing nothing so I should definitely take this opportunity to do something at home - clean the windows, do the dishes, iron some clothes, cook a meal… Look at this, I already have a long list and I am not gonna be bored! And in the evening, I am going to dinner at my boyfriend's parents'. Believe it or not, I am quite thrilled about being with them. I've already met more of his cousins than I know in my own family circle, and meeting new people is usually fun.

Thursday, May 25
Yoga day. The details of my day at work are a pale, if at all existent, recollection. My yoga class was brilliant, as always. Every Thursday evening I feel like I want to hug the whole world, I feel as if my shoulders are turning into wings, and I am light incarnate - pure, flexible and inspiring. I love this feeling. But the more I write about it, the more I spoil its magic. I should only say that you should try it if you have a chance.

Saturday, May 27
I am tired, but happy. I just came back from Plovdiv. I am a practical woman and I combine the pleasant with the useful. I paid a visit to my parents and I worked a bit with my father on his company's website. Then I rewarded myself with a manicure and a pedicure. I am a glamorous Cosmo girl now. On a second thought, I don't really fit the image - I only have two pairs of jeans and none of them have sequins all over them. I only go to the hairdresser's when I have to cut my hair and I have worn the same style for the past five years. But I do like myself and I pamper myself when I have the chance. As someone has said, the only true and everlasting love is the love for oneself. And don't you dare call me self-centred, because this comes from a person whose nature is to care about every lame duck that comes quacking at their door.

Sunday, May 28
I have to be fair and square with you - I wrote all these diary entries on Monday, almost a week before you would read this. I love planning - this is what I do best. Well, at least one of the zillions of things I do best ;) When I told my editor I would write a diary of something that hasn't happened yet, she said that nobody had done it yet but if there was a right person, that would be me. She called me `cosmic' Nelly. I'd like to think of this as an upgrade of yesterday's Cosmo Nelly.

"The past is history, the future is a mystery, this moment is a gift, that is why this moment is called the present. Enjoy it." I just learned one Allan Johnson said that. But while I am writing diaries and making plans, the essence of this phrase still evades me.