Friday has no meaning when you work Saturday
Well today is Friday and I’m feeling pretty good mostly because I got home early last night (home meaning the hotel and early meaning 9pm). Anyway the Peruvians are putting on a party tonight which would be great to go to if I can convince someone else I know to come. I have to say I hate parties where I don’t know anyone, forget Chinesse water torture, just stick me in a room full of people who know each other but not me. Add music and fun and I’m in hell.
There is also a fieldtrip on Sunday which I want to go on but, again, first I have to convince someone to come with me. Not because I don’t want to travel alone (I actually really enjoy travelling alone) but rather because I don’t want to be the only one going on a field trip instead of coming into work on Sunday…Jaime the lazy really has absolutely no ring to it at all.
Well that’s it from me for today, I need to totter on my high heels down to the exhibition hall, whose existence was only just revealed to me.







