I went into town for a meeting. Afterwards I just wandered around old-town as I love to do. I was so lonely. I was so hungry. I felt like a tourist who had lost her group. I heared people speaking English and wanted to talk to them.
I bought myself a strawberry soft ice cream and sat on a bench looking through some of the pictures I had taken. An asian tourist took a picture of me, I guess it looked good, my ice cream looked really good.
I love these little streets, although it doesn't seem like anyone lives here. I never see people in their windows or coming out the front doors. Just tourists.
I went to bed when I got home and didn't answer any of the phones, because my sleepy time is more important than anyone who could possibally try to contact me.
This is us at the party on Saturday, the one on the left is not sober.
It was fun. We got couples councelling from some girl who's boyfriend started running his hand up my leg at this annual party three years ago. It was ironic, but she wasn't bad. We didn't need it really, but she said smart things, probably because she's been to shrinks herself.