I got robbed. Couple of hobos got me from the back when crossing a bridge. I’d always looked at them with sorrow but now… now I look at them with distrust.

Kill ‘em all, I say. Kill ‘em all.

I’m also thinking Tijuana is kicking me out, with assaults on multiple fronts; I’m going for strategic retreat to fight on a new front.

Incoming reality disfunction.

Incredibly, I spent it amongst other people at La Mezcalera instead of alone at basecamp. I wanted to be somewhere else, either at a big hotel or in another city. Sadly I couldn’t spare the resources for either party.

I guess I enjoyed myself a bit. A couple of beers, a mezcal. Someone got out a laptop for the countdown and that was that.

A perfect stranger wished me a good year too! That got a smile out of me. A real smile at that, the sort that goes up to your eyes. Not the crooked one I use to humor people.

Went for tacos after that, then went home and watched a movie. The best part? Not tired at all and ready for the weekend.

Here was a post that revealed too much about my current emotional state. All I’m going to say is when I look in the mirror I see no one there.

“Tienes una mirada muy profunda. Me pones nerviosa.”

Today my son broke my heart.

I cried in front of him.

I’m too addicted to books for my own good.