03 April 2009

I think my car needs brakes.

4th grader: "Miss Diaz?"
Not Miss Diaz: "That is not my name."
4th grader: "Oh. Are you Spanish?"
Not Miss Diaz: "Just a little."

Tomorrow I will go to an appointment and get my car fixed. In the evening, I will cook dinner with three nice boys.
On Sunday, I will visit my family and attend a birthday party for my neice. My sister invited 75 people. Here's hoping my dad made more sangria.

Spin class is hard. I want to get good at it.

Back to cleaning the bathroom. I'm not lonely, I'm not hibernating, I just don't feel the need to go to bars every single night of my short life. There is nothing there for me and I always end up feeling bad.

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