resting syndrome

So, we find ourselves in March. That is always a surprise. How did you like February? I thought it was okay. Another month with no work, just "work."

I have been Down South for three months now. There are many days like today when I don't leave my neighborhood, don't even want to. I am in that mode now where I don't feel the need to go anywhere. I thought that I would kick it in Buenos Aires for three months max, and then move on somewhere else. But I don't really want to anymore, so I'm not going to. I'm not used to this feeling; usually I am so restless. I bought a bunch of books.

After the horrible experience at last week's fashion show, I gave myself a breather and wondered really, what I needed to do. I get the feeling that I am going about this all wrong, that I am going in too many directions to make an honest effort at any one thing. Usually this doesn't bother me; it is kind of my approach to dating as well. It has its pros and cons. I just find it really difficult to specialize. Everyone says you have to make a commitment to one thing/person, to specialize in certain things. But I don't want to, and I don't know how. I guess I learned this week, that I am definitely not going to specialize in fashion. Fuck that.

This week I am biting the bullet and going after some copywriting work. Uggh, I know. But although my rent is miniscule, my belly demands to bed fed every few hours. I just hope it's not horrible.

I did, however, make a promise to myself to spend my 30th birthday in a place I'd never heard of before. I think I will get on a bus and go somewhere. I will have to figure that out; it's just a few weeks away. Maybe I will go to Tigre. I've heard good things...