Still have to work, this is when you find out who your friends are… we drive to the second shop in sitges to pick up some stock and drive it back to Barcelona… it takes me the whole round trip to work out the most comfortable position for my leg…wedged between the central column and the piles of crapola in the foot well.
My beautiful freind marianne has been so helpful, went shopping for me, bought me crutches, got my prescription drugs, drove me to sitges…while i drive her insane… can you get me some fags? i cant carry my coffee..could you bring it over here? can you pick those keys up off the floor?
I dont want to see anyone today. I dont want them to see me… the biggest blow is to my vanity.