I have been sick for the past days. The flu that my aunt and Sara and company had transferred to my bloodstream, so I was fatally thrown at its feet. Been with a fever for 2 days, and with diarrhea for another… A lovely, charming thing. Back in my office since it is the only place where I can be with some peace and quiet… Yesterday my aunt nagged me the whole day about me not working… Oh, I am sooo irresponsible…

Groundel is now looking for a new dwelling cave since he will be without a roof after this weekend. No job, classes starting for him maybe next week, and no help from his local family as usual. Lucinda volunteered to offer some shelter so he has a chance to get some student aid loan and get a roof for the semester… When something goes sucky, it goes all the way… This year has been hell so far… And it is just starting…

I’m still trying to get a hold on the people from Retiro to get the stupid check for the contractor… If they only answered the phone life would be so sweet… Seems I will have to waste a travel just to know what the hell they are gonna do! Damn…

Tril on a self-pity ongoing mode that tries to drag me in with it. Sorry but guit trips do not work on me, and progress can only be made after he decided to pick up his life and do something with it. ‘Nuff said.

Auntie had a bad week, and still trying to make it. Still coughing badly but at least much better than last week. Between the French frye that almost killed her and the deadly flu she has been quite altered from her regular schedule. She’s upset about roaches, and now I’m to blame for having all my stuff storaged in the place, sheltering the roaches… I will start moving things over to the house. I will just change the doorlock of one bedroom and use it as storage. It’s the best I can do for now… I hate seeing her sick and being able to do nothing about it. It makes me realize how frail she really is, and she can slip away anytime soon… And although we argue constantly. Life will be a sad thing if she is not around to give some inspiration…

Shaken up about many things: Life, needs, wants, goals, dreams, relationships, friends… Nothing is quite what I expected, little is good and most is pure shit. And it is as good as it can get… Lovely-errr.

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