Monday - Back to reality after last week's cruise, or, as it should be called, 'Let's see if we can't stuff a month's worth of food into you in seven days.' Got up, still floating, and left something resembling a sledge-hammer in the toilet. Gawdawmighty, I'm not sure these 'cruises' are good for you. M's fears were for naught as her post-cruise weight is just 105! Amazing. How a 44-year-old lady can look like she does is... ? Baby, here's to another 10 years... and another... and another... and...
'Tuesday - M is over it but, to me, it still feels like I'm floating. Gotta get to the bank to exchange our leftover Mexican money and then re-start the work search.
Wednesday - Is it standard now for a job application to take 3-1/2 hours? Holy crap. 73 questions: 1/3 of them a variation of, 'What drugs do you take for fun?', 1/3, 'How often do you hit people?', and the rest, 'How much do you steal from work?' Then 48 sheets requiring my frikkin' signature and SS#, three more tests about 'How much do you know?', and then, 'Here. Take this large plastic device with the thing on the end and jamb it in your mouth for 15 minutes. This will tell us how much you lied about the drugs you take for fun.' I wanted to shove it up the guy's @$$, take his tv set, and go have a drink.
Night tennis with M, Ricardo, and Jason. Felt good. Floating sensation dying down.
Thursday - Wow. Floating picking up again. Maybe I should eat! I'll start with coffee but all we got is instant. Finished Prisoner of Azkaban last night. How 'bout that Sirius Black fella? Today I'll begin Goblet of Fire. Made an appointment for a physical... so I got that to look forward to... yipdee frikkin doo.
Friday - Dinner at the House of Pancakes. Quite the contrast to 'formal night' last week on the cruise. Another contrast is how frikking cold it is here now. And that there's no jacuzzi. Or a buffet. Or a dozen bars. I miss the towel animal on the bed every night...
... to be continued...
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