It's not that I don't want to post long-winded entries to this journal every single day and bore you senseless with further blabbering re: my day-to-day Madrid doings. ‘Cause I do. You should count your blessings that my little life shifted into a slightly overwhelming version of itself once the holidays packed up and flounced off, ‘cause otherwise there'd be oceans of text being posted here for you to wade through.
There's a lot going on in my existence right now, enough that some wonderful person should do me a sizeable favor and come here to manage my affairs for a while. Just until I've gotten caught up on sleep and have reverted to my more normal, composed, scintillating self.
Not that I'm bitching. This is a great problem to have, the lots-going-on thing. It's good to have a life.
So instead of flogging this subject until I wring a few paragraphs out of it, I'm going to leave it at this and steer myself toward bed. You, in the meantime, might want to checkoutsomeotherblogs.
