Monday: Treated like a queen, worked like a dog. Am I the only one who questions what it's all for?  The right place, the wrong time, or even worse, the wrong place at the right time. I spent today babysitting, oops I mean teaching, other people's kids. At one point I was holding up a book in front of my face, body turned sideways, and telling the students to stop taking pictures of me and put away their cell phones. Amazing how universal the concept has become that you go to school in order to suffer through lessons only so that you can run outside for a smoke and a quick tongue-swapping session with your girlfriend. Annoying at times, especially when you see their potential.

Wednesday: Do you ever get the feeling that everyone you meet wants something from you?  A whole lot of energy vampires roaming the streets, just waiting to find a "sunshine girl" they can sink their teeth into and suck. "Oh, you're a native English speaker, and even more interesting, you're American; you are well-read, well-travelled, well-educated, and your boobs look quite nice in that top. Hmmm, I was wondering if you could help me with something...." Whether it's filling six teaching hours at a private school for horny teenagers, editing a website about this country "in miniature", giving an opinion about the latest satirical student film, or doing hard copy on a manuscript about extraterrestrials, it seems I'm the woman for the job. Hump day....just make it through.

Thursday: But it's not a life of complaint. So many things to be happy about: the first being Big Bear Baby, the love of my life, who I saw today in the square and played with like a four-year-old. Is it sad to be in love with a street dog you see twice a week, who smells like an old fish tank, and who you feed hot dogs to whenever you have the time?  If only my dream of a little house, in a little village, with a little garden and a big yard would come true....How wonderful things could be.

Friday: I took a nap! Wow, haven't done that one since college. Sitting in front of my computer, persuading myself to work, I felt my eyes fuzzing over and decided a little rest would do me some good. Fantastic. I've got to buy some thread to fix that button.

Saturday: Meeting with colleagues, sweet people who would like to get to know me better, not realising that even if they do, they'll probably never get inside. If you keep people out, not with lock and key but far enough away that things don't get complicated, it seems that things function a lot easier. Granted you end up lonely and a bit sad, looking in the mirror and wondering who it is looking back. You check your email with no well wishes awaiting, but instead a whole inbox full of people you never wrote back to.  I've got to start writing more.

Tuesday: At this point in my life, the things that are killing me have become my best friends. The little package I buy everyday and finish by midnight is the only thing keeping me company it seems. We all go through phases, this is life, but when will this one pass? I missed my boss's birthday party to go teach English for a corporate client, only to have them tell me after an hour of waiting that they couldn't make it after all. No chocolate cake, so guess I'll smoke a cigarette instead.

Friday: An order has been placed. My older brother has fallen in love with a bottle of rakia I brought home for Christmas and now wants some shipped to him before he goes to Jazz Fest in New Orleans. Add to my "To Do" list. I don't see him for three years because he's touring New Zealand with his girlfriend, and he's the same guy I used to drink with in my youth when I secretly had crushes on all his friends. Life's priorities sure do change.
Sunday: The colloquial "Day of Rest". Do crazy people work on Sundays or just those fighting against time? It's amazing how life can slide between extremes. One second you're carefree, living for the moment, days filled with family, games, and food, letting go of life's annoyances, and the next you're crammed between 30 people who smell like sausage, fighting to get from one trem to the next in order to make the appointment you're already five minutes late for. I'm beginning to doubt I'm alone in all the insanity.