la primera fin de semana

well, the throat seems to be getting better, but last night i was awake with a related earache for a few hours.

i met a bunch of carmen´s friends last night, and they were all very nice 17-19 year old kids. i got to practice my spanish which is always helpful. i opted out of going to a party with them, because of the throat, but i´m not sure it would have been my scene anyway. before they left, i think every one of the guys asked if i had a novio. i told them they were much too joven for me.

this morning i was reading through a bunch of ims i saved from when i was in carbondale, and i have to say that my life, despite its ups and downs is about 1000% better now. in jc or lima. i´m pretty proud of myself for getting out of there and making changes, and generally getting things in order. and it was not at all a regression. it was a big step forward. a step into a holding pattern, but sometimes staying still the the easiest way to move backwards. at least when you´re treading water, you stay afloat. and get some exercise too. enough metaphor.

its the weekend. i need to get ahold of some postcards. if you want one, make sure to email me your address if i don´t have it already.

still no word from the good dr. i need to get a card for my phone so i can call him. if anything though, i´m taking Dwights age old advice: "be savy" yes, the throat situation has provided excellent opportunity for autoethnography. its always reflexive you know...