My computer has just been restored to normal. It's embarassing to have mold inside your computer when it's a cute guy who fixes it for you.

Things are too crazy. I must figure out a way of making it all work better. People who know better know that I am charging way too little for my classes. I am running from one side of the city and back. I don't know how to do it, but I have to do things differently, because I am agobiando-ing.

The Spanish are very sensitive to agobiando-ing. If you are doing it, they notice right away. We don't use the nearest equivalent in English, because we think it's just a normal part of life that we have to cope with. It means to get overwhelmed. But it has more meaning than our word overwhelmed. It also means to get kind of freaked out or stressed.

Next week is the Feria. I don't really care. I would like to find some other dancers to go with though. Today after Paco's class, which ended at quarter to three, I knew that I could not push myself to go home and back again by 4:30 on the same side of the city. However, I had also been up since 6:30, taught a class at the Parque Empresarial, and gone to my dance class and back. I also had Marcelino's class later, also in the same area. So instead of destroying myself even further, I sat in a bar for an hour and tried to work on my research paper which must be done by Monday for the English teaching course. They have delayed my deadline 3 times now, so I feel I have to finish now.

There was nobody in this bar at 3 pm, which didn't make sense to me. I think the crowds just kind of stick together. Some days they end up in certain bars, other days in others. The guys were putting up decorations and had Sevillanas music on. After a glass of wine on an almost empty stomach (with a little tapa of carrillada - cheek of something, pork I suppose, although it seems like beef), I felt talkative and started asking them about things. A lone businessman at the bar told me I could get in to the private casetas if I went and asked politely. Not all of them, but I would certainly find some, and I didn't even have to be dressed up. It would be easier with a couple of others, but I could go alone too if I wanted. They said these letras (there are thousands of Sevillanas verses and they invent new ones every year) were well known.

I have made a rice and chicken leg stew and am finally drafting patterns again after at least a month and a half of not doing it.