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There is no doubt that by the time I go to sleep tonight I will have eaten two boxes of estrella cookies. Which is just wrong. I suppose I eat them because they are delicious, but methinks it is also out of boredom and frustration as well. So after these ones are gone, there will be no buying more. Not for a while anyway.

What can I say? It's boring as all hell here in Pozuelo. The kids haven't bathed in over a week, which just absolutely disgusts me. The parents don't seem to care at all. And I can barely get the brats to change out of their pyjamas in the morning, so I don't dare try to fight them into the goddamn bathtub. I don't understand people who think swimming in a chlorinated pool is enough. Unless there is a bar of soap involved, and it is worked into a lather and smeared all over ones body, it does not count as bathing.

So that's irritating. And this morning the brats took almost two hours to do their work. And it wasn't because they had a whole lot of work to do either. The both of them just like to stare off into space too much. So tomorrow, there is going to be a ton of work to do. I don't care if it takes Jose five fucking hours: he needs to learn to focus.

Oh I just get so frustrated thinking about those demons! So enough of that. It's already nearing the end of Wednesday, thank god. I would love to be able to go into the city this weekend, at least for one day (and one night?), but cannot of course. Because this weekend we are ALL going to Zaragosa on Friday and not coming back until late Sunday. I don't really know what to expect, but I'm thinking more than anything that I am going to be bored out of my mind. My guess is that they are going to be visiting old friends and such (they used to live there) and I am just going to be dragged along. Which is silly, in my opinion. Why not just give me the damn weekend off and I will be able to come and go to Madrid as I please and relax and have a good time. And I hope I'm not stuck babysitting the brats all night Friday and Saturday either. If I am, there better be a television. Or else I may just implode.

I need to go and do something fun, goddammit! I'm going crazy here in Pozuelo! I love Madrid, and wish I could at least go to Barcelona and Sevilla, and nice places, but no. No. I am stuck here all the goddamn time. I will be so mad at the end of this trip when I have not made it to Barcelona.

Oh, I am just getting so angry now!

I need to go and read or something to get my mind off all this shit.