Summer job
After assuming my current unemployment, i've been waiting long hours at various offices (mainly banks and state owned buildings) in order to get my act together. I've been officially devoured by paper bureaucracy.

Despite my lack of a regular job, i am quite far from being disoccupied or even completely relaxed, which feels more natural to me. I'm used to having a timetable, a deadline and your average amount of stress so i like this transitional task list that runs through my head on a daily basis.

I'm starting my poetry classes this afternoon (the girl will answer no calls until 9 pm) and i still have to fill in some more paper work tomorrow. After that it is highly likely that i'll jump on a train on Friday and get my white ass to Cadiz. A tan is compulsory.

I was considering taking a plane there but the prices are absolutely ridiculous, even for an impatient traveler as myself. I would only pay that fare if El Bulli was taking care of the menu, a Benicio del Toro look-alike flight attendant gave me a Chanel sleeping mask and i was seated next to someone entertaining such as Paris Hilton, La Chunga or my beloved John Cusack. So a train it is.

I still have to confirm many details on the SWP. Venue. Transportation. Costs. And please note i still lack the wedding shoes. Breathe in, Uma. We'll find them. As soon as i have the arrangements ready, some of you will be getting an invite on your mail box. Be sure to check that item on the entry of your block, i'll prove to you it doesn't just hold bills and publicity.

Literature classes, Spanish coast sightseeing, Wedding Planning. Honey, do you still think i should get a summer job?