I skipped the party on Calle Betis (the strip) last night to do homework and feel sorry for myself even though I told myself I wasn´t going to. Glad I got the homework done. I don´t usually when I´m at a -1.

My roomate came back late last night vomiting and I tried to help him mop up the mess he made on his way to the toilet. I think he slept in the bathroom for half the night. Too much sangria, Cruz Campo, and whiskey and Stella probably. I doubt he hit the Frerret or the Absynthe we´re holding. I hope not. But I´m not sure he wants anyone to know, though, so DL.

I almost didn´t make it to class since he didn´t wake up to wake me up. And then woke up only to stall me as he made his decision not to come. A ten minute sprint got me here just a minute or two after class started. Haven´t missed one yet and I´m not going to.

Last night I lead a round of laughter at dinner all at my expense, and documented with video. The last time people were afraid to look at me, or were put off by my presence, I was hispanic.

I´m going to try to find a specialist today and make contact with my uncle who might know someone. Of course I´ll have to do all of this in the evening because the fucking city closes from 2-5p, 2p being when I get out of class.

I can only express depression a this point so I´m not sure I´m going to post until this shit gets better, if it ever will.