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Post previously named “One step closer to insanity”.

Today was a good day. Apart from all the plenty of fun at the zoo taking pictures and praying for it not to rain, and on the ride itself, I went to the regular market and found eight to ten chicken neck trays, already without skin. The supermarket woman then asked me how many I was taking, to which I promptly answered, ‘how bout all of them, and do you have any more at the back’.

No, I guess I’m not your average woman. I wonder what these people on the market think, though? That I am into some crazy diet, to say the least.

Purse Curse

And there it was, with my newest and coolest aunt. I instantly went crazy over it, which is a miracle, since I am not at all into fashion and you are much more likely to see me go nuts on pet supplies, especially at a butcher’s.

Being the cool aunt that she is, she told me where she’d gotten it. And being the cheapskate aunt that she is, she had gotten it with a 50% discount at a crazy sale. And it was so cheap, as cheap as I would have never thought of. The next day, I went over to the store and got it. They had just received this HUGE supply of new cute black purses with polka dots.

My grandfather was absolutely delighted over this whole deal, to him it was the funniest thing ever and he would tell the story to all of the nurses and physiotherapists that visited us at the hospital that day. And then my other aunt got there and heard the story from him. She laughed and asked if I could buy her one of these the next time I was at the mall and she’d pay me back. No problem, right? We could always SMS each other and call the right to go out with dottie a given day.

Except that today the housekeeper tricked me into saying how much it costed and she loved it too, loved the price and can’t wait for me to buy hers. Half the family owns the bag now. How great is that?!

True Blessing

True blessing is having my iPod soaked in water yesterday and having it still work today. I thought it was all over. I cannot function without music. Phew!

Catching up with my tv shows. Today I got to Chuck 2×05, 6 more to go. Then there’s Dexter and How I Met Your Mother. I lost my patience with Weeds, Grey’s, House and The Office. Waiting for 24 and Lost.

Marley Sobfest

It was a sobfest. I can’t remember the last time I saw that many people walk out of a movie theatre like that, in tears. Maybe Titanic?

Having said that, it was a suckfest too. The book is way superior. Although nothing tops the scene where he jumps out of the car. And what about John’s accent, wtf? And too many changes on the plotline. Meh.

Well, it’s worth going to. And the ending is beautiful.

Arrivals and departures

I’m going away tomorrow. And I simply do not know if I’ll come back.

I think I’m running from something. I do have my goals and the things I have to do. The things I need to do. But life has never made me as uneasy as I am now. I just hope that whatever it is, I can find it there. Because if all I find there is the same old me, filled with these dramas, then I don’t know where else to go, or what to do.

On the other hand, yes, everything’s fine. Everything may be wonderful once I get there. I simply don’t know yet.

It’s funny to realize that, but it’s actually the first time I take a frenchie with me on a plane. I’m so excited! Yaza is gonna go crazy there.

In the last 24 hours…

My iPod died on me and won’t recognize 8gb of songs, playcounts and playlists.
Bought myself an airplane ticket to a secret destination, at last.
Found out that Mirabela needs surgery.
I cried with joy.
I cried with sadness.

I go straight to heaven and everything is fine and I love my life. But then something grabs me and pull me back in. It’s messing up my head.

Where the hell?

You might wonder where I am.

Well,  here I am. Scared shitless of the next few decisions that I have to make. Decisions that will change my life forever as I know it. Decisions that if I screw up, will get me to think about it twenty years from now.

But, blah. There’s no way of knowing if I’ll screw up or not. I’ll have to follow my instincts, trust my gut and listen to my heart, as cheesy as this may sound.

I guess there’s no way to just skip ahead a month or so and peek?