I´m settling in, i think

That´ll teach me to send massive group mail. I´ve been inundated and it´s going to take me ages to get back to youz. Besides, it´s test time here and i´m snowed under with bleeding corrections, aargh. Not to mention buenas aires just got a cold spell, finally i´ll feel like it´s winter.

So i found a place to stay, 4 months on. the fellas putting me up so far decided i was such a great houseguest they decided to let me stay for good. Manu doesn´t mind sleeping in the lounge room and i´m getting used to the moulding walls in his room. wait til they find out what kind of a nazi i am in the kitchen and tidying up and all.. oh Clinton, we were so neat and gay together.

Anyway, i´m stoked cos i do lovem to pieces. Manu is flabbergasted at the amount of people seeing psychs, even though he´s dating one, and repeatedly urges me not to go see any - well with him as a mate, i won´t need to. Yes, we do talk about how it is a symptom of an alienated consumer-bent society, stripped of communal and familial support leaving no other outlet to the middle-classes but to seek insatiable solace in the therapist.. cos the folks in the rubbish-scavanging industry don´t really sit there tired of hating what´s become of their life nor hate themselves... they´re too busy looking for scraps and recyclable goods to take back to their own.

geeez, i feel overworked, underpaid and out of time, feels like russia all over again. But (brokenheart aside - or perhaps not) who the hell am i to complain.