We started betting on shots yesterday at the pool table. Shit was spat. I was forced to take Jesse´s money. My roomate and I swear we´re better than each other. We´re sure of it.

Classes are almost over. Five days left. That´s twenty classes. That´s two tests, three take-home compositions and a presentation. That´s 250 minutes of class, minus professor tardiness. That´s about all of what will probably be the last time I leave the MAD terminal on foot or by taxi.

Actually, that´s a lie. My housemother said I could leave my suitcase with her so that I don´t have to haul it to Alicante, and then to Gigon, and then wherever else. So I´ll be polluting my lungs once more to retrieve it. But then I´m out.

Ursula is taking me to Ibiza. I don´t remember if I posted that or not. Day trip, but I´ll be glad to have gone, I´m sure. See more feel more and all.

There´s a soccer revenge match this Tuesday. Now that we know each other´s names, the students should be able to handle the professors. I promise not to deck that one professor, Manuel. It was an accident, I swear.

I´ve probably taken twenty or twenty-five keepers. None of the labs here give access to the USB ports, though, so I can´t upload them. I have to wake up really really early to use the university lab. Early is early enough. We´ll see.

I´m pretty dark.