the wires of san miguel (hot or not?)

it never ceases to amaze me at how things are wired here. this is the pole out side my house. i can actually touch it, if i'm so inclined (and stupid) as it's about a foot from my roof top. i actually strung some christmas lights off of it. and to see the guys working on these things is amazing. how they don't fry themselves is beyond me. but they don't. every house seems to have to hot leads going directly to these polls. reminds of the talking heads "don't touch me i'm a real live wire".

that all being said, it's 3am and i can't sleep. steve's in los angeles and sick as a dog. he got salmonalla right before leaving. the doctor wanted to admit him because he was so dehydrated. so, he's there sick and seeing doctors and not having a very good time. it makes me feel guilty because we have been bickering with each other over such stupid things the past couple of weeks when he's been healthy and now that he's sick it seems like i really wasted those healthy times together by being such a bitch. i don't know why, but i have a tendency to disagree just for the sake of disagreeing. it serves no purpose and only causes friction between us. although i do see other couples falling into the same trap when i'm out and about the city. but they're all hetrosexuals, and a homos we're suppose to be smarter than that. in my opinion anyway.

i've read on line about the shitty coverage of the debates tonight on abc. surprise surprise. i'm so grateful to be out of that fucking country. and hillary clinton should be shot. what a cunt. i can't stand to see her face even on the net. thank god i don't own a tv. well, actually i own three, but they've been turned into radical night lights. all static and cool. much better use.

the valium i took is starting to kick in, finally, and if i finish some of this beer i might be able to knock myself out.

it will be nice to have our own place. i think it will really improve our life and gives us the space and privacy and most of all a much nicer place to live. we've been ruffing it here long enough and it's time for a real house with a great kitchen and all the perks that we haven't had since living in the states. most of all the state of the art kitchen. we've been eating out a lot and i think that will change when we get there. plus, the place is so large we will be able to put friends up for extended stays, where we weren't able to do that here.

i could go on and on about all this trivial stuff, but i better try and get some sleep. there's a sale in the morning at the library that i want to try and hit.

things go better with...

i haven't written in several days. living mi vida loca. steve left yesterday for los angeles for a week. doctor appointments, cancer screening/check up, check storage unit, maybe do a quick job for our dear friend alec mapa. he's got a new dog and they need some beefing up of the backyard fence, as well as some more landscape lighting and hardscaping. i'm not sure how much of it steve will get done in one week. i might have to go and finish up. we'll see. i should know in the next few days.

someone died next door. the body was kept on the porch with the mourners flowing outside in plastic lawn chairs for 2 to 3 days. the casket was right as you walked in the door. you could see it passing by. surrounded by flowers and candles. they would sing songs and tell stories. very somber on the whole block. and now there's a black ribbon on the door as well as a white one, which means the old lady might have been a nun at one time. either that or a baby died also, or maybe she's a bride of christ. it all depends on who you talk to. but after what seemed like days, which it was, they finally marched the casket away to the cemetery. thank god, it was starting to creep me out, because it was basically on the other side of our bedroom wall and i don't think they embalmed the body. i guess i watched too many episodes of CSI back in the states and get myself all creeped out.

so far it looks like we're still moving, on the first of may, to "the palace". steve and karen have also gotten a good lead on an industrial sewing machine, which they might get this week. i go to look at it on saturday with karen. that will help out alot. steve's going crazy, and me too for that matter from lack of work. i can zone for a long time, but eventually i want to create something of importance. easier said then done.

we judged a junior high school theater program about three hours from here in a town outside of moreno lagos. we caught a bus to guanajuato on the way back and spent the night. we were treated to ZILCH, probably one of the hottest bars i've been to since mykonos. are host for the night, julian, was a dream and an old friend of sams. small world. an incredible night of music and mayhem. the city is so much more alive, especially at night due to the large population of young university students. it was divine and we can't wait to get back. and next time we'll take sam along.