I had to have been at least 30 kilos over weight, if not more. They charge severely for being overweight on national flights here in Spain. I’m not even sure what the weight limit is, since I know I’m going over regardless.

And then there’s social engineering and not getting charged at all.

Casey went home early this morning. I didn’t stay out last night, I’d missed two doses and the thought of missing a third consecutive actually scared me. Last night I came home and was comforted by the bright colors in my pill box. The security of having them in my system put me to sleep.

I’ll be back in Elx in two hours. Back with family and friends and not getting yelled at every five minutes by my sweet sweet Victoria housemother.

I’m wondering how I’m going to fit all of this luggage into Ursula’s Golf in Alicante.

I didn’t forget anything in Madrid.