wishy washy

i�ve let my gold membership lapse again. that�s the third time. i think it�s a sign that i�m not really a very good journal keeper. i never was really. even as a kid, when everyone had one of those puffy journals with a lock and key. that said, every now and then i get inspired to write something here. and then i start writing and realize i have nothing at all to say.

i will say this. i�m in bilbao again. eating jamon, manchego and olives and drinking too much coffee and not enough cava. which is nice. i also get to work in this amazing building which in theory i hate, but in actuality is a marvel.

the only bad thing is that when i can�t sleep, which seems to be every single night due to the aforementioned "too much coffee," there is nothing on tv except the bbc. and i if i have to watch "world business report" at 2:30 am one more time i might pop my eyes right out.

and now i�ve run out of things to say. again.