Exactly How Long Would One Have To Stay In Bed Before Developing Bedsores?

You know that twilight period of illness when you´re not quite well enough to return to work or school (you know, because you don´t want to get anyone else sick, even though you know that jerk that sits behind you in bio is the one that gave you this gnarly disease), but you´re well enough to be bored and restless? I am currently in that phase. In the last 24 hours I have:

-Been tragically forced to cancel/postpone my trip to Prague. I´m super bummed, as is my friend Andy, who I was going to stay with there. On the upside, however, it is sunny and in the 60´s here and it is below freezing in Prague. I´m glad I´m missing out on that, at least.

-Finished two books. Neither of which were books I would typically read, but when you´re in Spain and the pickins are slim and a fever confines you to your bed, you end up reading historical fiction bodice rippers.

- Discovered a great new way to cure the blues: Picture everyone you know, especially if it´s someone you hate or an uptight jerk with a stick up his bum singing "I´m Just a Love Machine" into their hairbrush in front of the mirror, complete with white-man dancing, pointing, and air guitar. This really works. I already did it to all of you.

Bilt up in my mind that me and my fella were mad at each other, only to finally break down and call him and discover that, 5€ later, I´m crazy and everything is as hunky-dory as it has always been.

-Sent "Valentine´s Day Sucks" emails to 3 friends.

-Organized my wallet.

-Went for a stroll in a feeble attempt to soak up some vitamin D. I look like The Portait of Dorian Gray.

-Examined myself in the mirror for way too long, and now I think my left eye is higher than right. I know no one´s face is perfectly symmetrical, but this borders on unacceptable.

-Trimmed my fingernails.

Not nearly as exciting as a weekend in Prague, and most certainly not what I want to be blogging about, or what you, dear reader, want to hear about, but as I said. . . . . bored and restless. . . . .

In other news, I finally discovered "The Emily Neighborhood" of Madrid! It´s called Malaseña, and it´s kind of like Valencia St in San Francisco. There´s lots of teenage posers and twenty-something hipsters and yuppies. Cool funky bars with mangled Barbie kinetic sculptures as decor flank the streets, but I was SO THRILLED to FINALLY discover. . . . vintage clothes! Ahhhhh. . . . . The feeling of euphoria that washed over me as I pawed through 70´s polyester and 50´s cigarette pants can only be likened to that of a junkie getting a fix.

Also in this neighborhood are musty little vinyl shops where old men sit and listen to 1950´s American jukebox tunes. Adorable. They had good records- I found a really great Don McLean sticker back, but it was like 19€, and how would I get it home? I could not resist a 1940 Flash Gordon DVD in Spanish, however. . . . Could anyone?

I also finally did a "Day of Beauty" I did some haircuts for some gals, I had really been missing weilding my shears. I can only imagine how shaggy everyone at home is getting.

Ew! I also finally had to break down and do my color, and there are no beauty supply stores in Spain where you can buy proffessional grade haircolor, so I had to use. . . . box hair dye. I allow all my hairdresser friends to give me 10 lashings when I return to the states. I was desperate.

I apologize, once again, for the uneventful Sblog, but hang in there, I got my ticket to go to Marrakesh, Morocco from March 7th-10th!
More fun stuff to come:
Gwen! Feb 27th-1st! We are going to visit the charming ancient city El Escorial!
Mom! March 19th-25th! We are going to yet another charming and ancient city, Segovia!

Keep Faith in the Sblog,
Emily