I am busy today raising hell (not really!) at my aunt's house. Good news: It seems as if pretty soon, I might be able to get my journalistic career back on track with some new Spanish-language stories, but we'll see. I'll let you all know.

Yesterday was a day of intense depresssion, and I ran out of medication several days ago. Damn. I still went to Church, had an okay time, and right now my toddler cousins are driving me up the wall! LOL.

Anyway, I am seriously thinking about turning this all into a bestselling novel, but if I am not even getting sufficient comments on my blog (sufficient meaning, at least ONE!), then how can make it as a bestselling author?

Maybe I should just stick to reporting the local news.

Right now, I am through with mourning, and I seriously feel like having a party! Like that's gonna happen. But, call it a hunch, maybe people feel most like having a party when, in reality, they would just rather be surrounded by hoardes of strange, belligerent people eating their food instead of being alone with their own misery and facing it like an adult.

I confess, I am indeed one of those people. That is to say, I much rather prefer to have people mooching off of my food and making noise rather than admitting to myself that I need some time to gather my thoughts and figure out who I truly am.

Thanks for listening. Now, it's your turn to go comment. The wall right in front of me is offering more feedback than you all.

Laurita :)