Epiphany...

I'm starting to have an epiphany.

I don't know how much longer I'll have to do this -- hell, I'm not sure I can do it now, but maybe in a couple years, I can... but somehow I should make this happen:

I want to move back to Spain.

I want to move to Madrid or Sevilla.

I think... I think... hmmm...

What U.S. law firms have offices in Spain?

Heck, I wouldn't even have to be a lawyer...

But...

Does anyone know how I'd go about doing this?

The more I think about it, the more I'm fairly certain I belong in Spain.

... ?

:(

I think I'm getting sick. Ever since I presided over the eviction of a creepy medical supply place, whose owner took off around September 5, and left her business like she was coming back the next day...

I knew I was going to get SOMETHING.

And I think I am.

I'm loagy and exhausted. I was supposed to have an interview this afternoon, but it got cancelled, THANK GOD, because I would probably have fallen asleep during it.

I ate chicken soup for dinner... and I'm trying to lay low... but damn. I don't want to be sick over the weekend, but I'm just... too... tired... to do... anything.

Maybe I'll just take a nice half a xanax and go to bed...

There's always next weekend. And I have to be in prime form for then...

Oh lord.