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Hola.

Couple of days have passed. Weekends are not my best surroundings for writing here.

First, the BGR is always around, so it is odd writing in front of him. I always feel like he will peek over my shoulder.

Second, Saturdays I usually wake up late from the night before. Partying after the show is not a constant, and not as late as it has been, but still I am wiped out. Then, after waking up late, I am off to work sooner, so not much is writ.

Sundays, kind of the same. This Sunday especially.

Woke up very late, and super hungover. The group had a little party for the BGR's b-day.

Fun time. MM made some mind blowing drinks. Little shots that he called peach pit. Found myself sitting upright and asleep on the couch. I guess I was out for nearly two hours. I was having a blast before that.

Got to see a couple whom I haven't seen in a long time. They are preggers, so they don't come out much. It was nice talking to them. They were trying to set me up with a couple of single girls that they know, but I don't think I'm ready for the set up yet. I need something more organic, and ultimately casual.

As the night went on, I started to dance. They were playing some awesome blues on the sat radio, and I couldn't contain my feet. I really like to dance. I suck, but it is fun.

Then, I went to la-la land on the couch. Woke up Sunday, barely could move. Had two hours of head holding, juice drinking numbness, and then went to work.

I'm all stuffed up too. These past days I'm running like a gutter in a rain storm. I thought it was the end of a cold finally draining, or the beginning of a cold settling in to my head with squatters rights, but a number of people at work have the same symptoms, and they say it is allergies from the Santa Ana winds. Huh?

Not much engrossing to talk about today. Later I will go to work. I'm on the big push to make money, and not spend it so that I can recoup some losses here.

Exciting, huh.