I'm aaaaalmost grown up. I've taken the first steps in the loan hashmatash that comes along with buying your own place... so hopefully I can start making offers after I get back from Alcudia... This loan business is very complicated, and I am extremely insecure when it comes to it. I'm sure I'll burp or sigh or inadvertantly insult someone in the loan office and the loan officer will take a dislike to me and put me on some black list. 

Well, well, well...

I forget, I meant to tell you something interresting.

Hmmm. Well. I'm going on holiday in 9 days and counting (8 tomorrow, 7 on Friday)(see, I can count)

I am extremely psyched! It's going to be so NICE! 

Just the sun, a sailboat, my family, a friend, the Mediterranian... 

add to that a Mai-Tai (preferably brought to me by a waiter, because for some reason it's really fun to say "Waiter, bring me another Mai-Tai") and a book or ten and I will be extatic.

Oh, f-k.

See what I did just there?

I jinxed it.

Knock on wood, 7-9-13!!! What I meant to say is that it's going to be awful, horrible, torrents and Bermuda triangles relocated in the Mediterranian!!!! No booze, lose friends and family and starve on a bookless desert island while my skin burns to a crisp!

:/