grateful.

i know that i'm usually marginally witty in my blogging, but for the last 2 days i've been feeling sort of...off. So you're just going to have to suck it up, and wait another day. i'll be back to my usual bitingly sarcastic self soon.
until then, consider yourself forewarned.


grateful. this is a word i've been thinking about a lot today. i spent the day floating around the apartment, balcony to sofa, to bed, to sofa, to fridge to sofa again. you know, big traveling. i stood at the balcony this morning and looked out over the landscape (and it's a nice landscape - i'm on the 9th floor). and i couldn't help but feel...grateful. blessed. grateful to be in this spot. grateful that a firm in san juan chose me for my externship and i didn't have to stay in the state resembling a sneezing walrus (or, if you prefer, a mitten). grateful that i didn't have to deal with the howevermanyinches of snow and ice that fell in my home state during the last weeks. just...grateful. SO grateful that the end of this wonderful and at the same timy horrifying ride called law school is drawing closer. maybe i'm getting a little too reflective, but i needed a day like this. a day to be completely alone with my thoughts...and grateful.

i'm even grateful i don't have a tv tonight. normally on super bowl sunday i would be glued to the TV. i LOVE football, anyone who knows me at all knows this fact. not having a tv forces me to do other stuff, like reconnect with old friends i haven't seen in more than 5 years, and listen to music on my ipod, and enjoy the sounds of this island, that are so different than the sounds from where i came from, but that are strangely familiar and comforting at the same time. grateful. crazy, hypothetically speaking, but grateful. i'm even considering not reconnecting the tv. ever. note that i said considering.

on a lighter note...i love that i have blog groupies. tell your friends. join up. every once in awhile i may come up with something intelligent to post. thanks for boosting my ego, peeps.

ok enough of the schmoltzfest. let's get back to the wit, shall we?

i want a peanut butter sandwich so bad, but i'm afraid to eat peanut butter for fear that i shall get salmonella and meet my untimely demise. i'm further afraid that should said incident occur, my tagline in the times-gazette would read: Gringa en Guaynabo, 27, died eating a peanut butter sandwich. Sancho, please make sure this does not happen. I'm leaving this task in your capable hands.

in the spirit of gratefulness, i am going to try to upload a video i made to the blog, to share with you what i see when i look out my balcony. note again that i said try. my internet connection is hopelessly slow, and sometimes it's faster to wait for the second coming than try to upload anything. true story. and since i don't see Jesus around here...yet...

i think i shall venture into the kitchen for a diet coke and the dreaded peanut butter sandwich.
love to those who listen.