That always makes me nervous, getting my ticket. There is a finality to the matter, that cannot be taken back. In and out. Return to Mexico ASAP so mother does not do any more mad shit. I doubt if Nanda can handle her more than a few weeks. A couple of months at most.
Smoking more and better weed than I am used to.
Distractions. Mom asks me how I am going to make the surimi. I give her a Nicholson look and tell her not to bother me with that right now.
I open my blog when I want to write but I am not certain WHAT I need to write. Just writing for writing's sake. Getting my ideas into words.
Ideas into words.
I feel strange.
Like I need to be doing something, but I don't know what anymore.
Like there is a doom?
No.
Just .
Sapo.
