vispera

this was it, my last day of freedom. tomorrow i become a working girl and join the rest of the masses in the rat race. what did i do on my last day, you ask? not a damn thing. ok, that's a lie. i woke up around noon (going to bed at 6 am will do that to you), cleaned some in my apartment. i went to the pool for a hot second this afternoon and watched the cute little old ladies in the building next to mine laugh at the gringa in the pool, because even though i am baking here (although i have to confess, today wasn't too bad), the majority of puerto ricans think it's cold. yes, you read that right. cold. and these little old ladies thought i was certifiably nutty. but i wasn't wearing my giveadamn hat, so it's cool. but other than that, nothing was pretty much the theme of the day.

the emotion of moving finally caught up with me after the pool, and i cried it out. i like crying sometimes, i feel like it's a great release for pent up frustration, and today was certainly no exception. thank god i got it out so i don't look like a big blubbering fool at my office tomorrow, no? HA! i feel much better, though, seriously. i hadn't given myself the chance to realize where i was, emotionally, and that's important - at least for me. i think my psyche caught up with the rest of me, and we've all arrived on la isla bonita now. woo, rather pschizophrenic, that thought was...but whatev. i sniffled into my charmin, and i'm good to go.

i still have to iron my suit for tomorrow, which i have been avoiding doing absolutely all day because i loathe ironing. other than that, i'm pretty much ready. i made myself a little lunch for tomorrow just in case, must remember to take it with me. that's usually where i fall off the wagon. i'm starting to get a little nervous, but i think that's to be expected. not only am i starting a new job, it's my first job in a long time (l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-g time) and as if that wasn't enough, it's in a place that i am not familiar with. but i picked this, and it will be fine. let's all just pray that i don't make myself look like a total tool tomorrow, mmmmk?

enough blogging (read: avoiding). i think beer will make the ironing more fun...and since i have several cold in the fridge, i'm in the money. Love to those who listen.