5 Days....
Yes, 5 days... probably the best long weekend I've spent in Madrid, or most productive and relaxing.

Again, I did not travel anywhere. I don't think it's just the money... but the enthusiasm. I've been on this continent a good part of the last decade. I'll live not seeing Paris or Berlin just now.

Five days of suprising energy. I believe the Wllbtrn has kicked in nicely. No need for siestas, or even sleeping too late. Was up at 8 am yesterdsay!

Finally got my CV revised, and emailed out to a few places. Feel rather pesimistic, though, I must say.

Other good things to remember, before I head back to the ungrateful jungle tomorrow.

Realized the value of quiet;of AM/FM radi; of quiet reading; organizing (but no obsessively); of turning off the computer. Enjoying my time alone, and not chastizing it.

Found myself talking for hours in Espanol! Old friend found me on the internet. I wasn't keen to see him, and told him so, however, I suppose it's good not to judge a person by who they were more than a decade ago.

Again, the Wllbtrn... the vivid dreams are back... fun, intimate, adventures, and what I want to make come true... perhaps if I were Desmond on LOST I could. One night Flat Eric was alive and real, and I didn't think anything of it, other than he was special. Then, the next night, a kidnapped Dakota Fanning, but a sympathetic kidnapper in Cillian Murphy. Last night, father and son, both played by Armand Assante. One with salt and pepper hair, the other with auburn highlights. A real man, a passionate man.....

I found the benefits of counting calories, and was disappointed to find out just how many calories alcohol contains.

It will be surreal tomorrow morning.... up with the radio... mystified at the prospect of work...

I'd stay in my dreams..... just need a little encouragement, hombre.