Dancing on an awning

Locked in the rift between heaven and hell
I begin to drift like a fallen angel
-Roger Daltrey


Viernes

Sleeping, cleaning, writing. Repeat. Rinse.

Well, Miercoles I went out with American Laura. St.Petersburg won the UEFA Cup. I told her la historia de la profesor and she was totally freaked out.

"She's wacky. I mean she's totally nuts. As she's leaving she tells you she loves you for the first time? She's loony."

American Laura is unquestionably nuts, so she should know. Somehow, this all made me feel better. We were out til about three so i just crashed by her.

Last night I tried to meet Syd y Kristen for The San Isidro festival but could not find the correct San Isidro Parque (yes -there a re sevreal -brilliant!). I kept getting bad directions, but i did find a Festival! It went on forever, weaving in an out of streets. There was paella, ice cream and fireworks, all of which i partook in. But getting out was madness... it was like being in a another dimension. And so many people - it was endless. Weaving on and on with an endless river of people.

Speaking of distorted realities, which seems to be a common theme for me lately - the Tampa Bay Devils Rays are in first place??? It won't last, but still!

What kind of fuckery is this?
-Amy Winehouse

La Profesora called yesterday. We hadn't spoke in four days with just one text message - quite unusual as we have talked almost everyday for 8 months or so. We didn't have much to say when we did talk.

"I haven't heard from you," he said. She sounded a wreck.

Um... yeah. That's what happens when you break up with someone.

"I need some space," I said. I can only dance on an awning for so long.

"I understand," she said.

And then she called me back a half an hour later.

"Yel...lo?"

"Hola."

"Hola," i say. Silence.

"Hola?"

"Oh, i meant to call my sister and i call you by mistake."

"Vale (okay)."

"Vale."

"Bye."

"Good-bye."

What the fuck?

The past few weeks have just been so mad! Natural disasters abound and the death toll just gets worse and worse. And all this with La Profesora! She didn't want to hurt me, so she tears out my heart and eats it? This is difficult to understand. I realize i may be well better off without her. On the other hand, we had something special.

I am reading The Wastelands: Dark Tower III by Stephen King and I and it is set in a world that is running down, literally coming apart at the seams bit by bit.

I can relate.

So tonight, more writing i guess. I also have the 3rd Season of Lost from American Laura. I went through the first two seasons of episodes like they were vials of crack. Great show - great writing, interconnecting everything with flashbacks and all. When I'm done, I can get season 4 off of iTunes, which I hear is very good after a drop off in season 3. Then I'm hosed and have to wait for a new episode each week like you other poor bastards. It's so pedestrian!!!!

Write, clean, eat, sleep. Rinse. Repeat.