Ok, so officially I need 72 hr days. Just one day is NOT enough. Yesterday went to the Seminar thingue... My workmates left at midday, leaving me alone until the damn thing was over (Yes, I am so square I actually feel bad if I just do that VERY IRRESPONSIBLE thing). By 4:30 I was breaking apart. Had to run to get coffee so I woke up. Oh, got to visit Plaza Carolina... Wow. Things HAVE changed, for the better... Ah, the new... ok... the only Goth capital of PR... LOL

The highlight of the day, got to FINALLY see the Angry one after all... What can I say? A delightful evening. Always going beyond my expectations. The whole crappy day had to end well. ( Thanks for a great time, my precious! ) :P

Tried seeing Coriolis, the operated one... but he was walking at Plaza... ( Hey, YOU are suppossed to be in bed!!! ) So, I kinda missed him. Got home early enough to post my assignments and sleep a bit. The cats are behaving and Groundel is getting a full time for the summer. (Congratulations on your new tasks, I know people do not give you enough credit for your dedication at work. And you deserve it. Cheers!).

Went today to the chiropractor. He prescribed 10 therapies... Starting June. :D Then had to go to el Fondo to get some paperwork... Only 2 tellers and the place was packed... It was a long, long wait. Got to my office at 2:45pm... Should''ve gone home... Ah, you know the story, square, square, square... :D

My arm is not good, but at least it is getting its deserved attention. And I feel at least contempt with how things are going... Work is slowly falling into its right place, as well as everything else. The old recipe... Time... Patience... More time... And if all else fails, THE HELL WITH IT!