It seems I’m stuck in some sort of funk: I want to go out - but the buddy complex is a problem + I won’t be guaranteed internet access + the weather is not conducive to an outdoor café (where I’d have to pay for food) and if I’m going to sit inside a café I might as well stay in the apartment where the food and the web are free flowing. Granted there is the factor that Mag is home - but I do have absolute privacy in my cell. I can sing & dance as I please with my wired laptop. I can eat as much as I want & I have 3 little tangerines here calling my name. Sounds like I’m a happy prisoner? Well, happy is a bit strong - let’s say not fully unsatisfied. But God knows I cannot wait to leave this place – I’m at the point where I’m counting the days almost by the hour.
One reason to go out: I just walked over to the bathroom and in the living room there was SZ laid out on the couch as usual but Mag was on the floor in front of her (barebacked!) and she was massaging his shoulders. Does that’s seem a bit odd to anyone but me? Shouldn’t he be massaging her? She’s the one carrying the child who cannot get up go where she pleases. Maybe I’m just nuts.
One reason to stay in – I’ll be going to church tomorrow and then I’ll just tote my laptop again and stay out for the afternoon like I did last Sunday. {I won’t mention the fact that tomorrow is supposed to rain in the afternoon}
So I’m staying in & trying to reduce my formerly 32 kilos to 20. Times like this I wish I’d studied magic instead of Architecture. Lord knows that was a grotesque waste of time and money! As nice an idea as it was to take little gifts for the English lasses, the weight is killing me. I’ve packed about half of my belongings and I’m trying to use the shoulder bag to carry the heavier things. The gifts would be great to put into that bag but they’re liquids and they all exceed the 3.5oz limit. So I’ve gotta take heavier items like shoes and any personal products that are under the limit in the carryon bag. This is a task I never thought I would have to deal with. I’m tired trying to figure it all out. So as nice as it is to be leaving soon – I dare say I need a bit of a delay to allow me to drain a few products that I don’t want to discard of. There are items like my wonderful shampoo & conditioner that need to make it all the way back to NYC but they’re weighty. I’ve already decided to leave behind the 1 bra & 5 panties purchased @ H&M (when I had no luggage) as well as 1 spaghetti strap top. The red shoes that I almost never wear back home may stay in Athens too. So I’ve reduced a half kilo. Great! However, I did purchase 2 pair of pants, 3 tops and 1 pair of shoes that I very much want to keep. That adds back about 1.5 kilos. Drat! I’m not doing too well here. My sister suggested that I give some clothes away. HA! I packed clothes that I love; even my sleep ware is some of my favorite. I also cannot pack completely since I do have a few days left & possible dates. Not dates in the interesting way – just dates as in meeting Anthony (which is likely to fall thru) and Nikos (which is likely to be cancelled by me – since I don’t actually want to deal with him). It would have been wonderful to go with him to the village – outside of that, though, I don’t know that I really want to see him. Some random guy offered to take me out on Monday night. I certainly have the free time – why not, random dude? I have no faith in any of these meetings, but the possibility of them means I have to leave certain items of clothes out and available for dress-up sake. A woman’s life…
(Off topic: I definitely HATE the way Mag laughs.  It's like a grown man with a base voice trying to chuckle like a teenage girl.)