The Rain in Spain

Tired. So tired. My body refuses to do anything. However, I am typing, and on a strange, foreign keyboard, at that. No, I don´t suppose that will be an excuse for my poor spelling. but if the grammar sucks, too, at least you kind of know why.

So here I am in Spain. It´s 16:14 here (and the colons and the parenthesis are on the wrong keys) (and that´s an accent, not an apostrophe, but I don´t care) But I don´t know what that means. It´s 10:05 where my homeland is. I would be in Theology or Chem right now, I cannot remember which. Obviously neither is important to me.

I´m already sucking profoundly at the speaking of the language. Currently I have the advantage of blaming it on my fatigue (God knows I only slept about an hour total on all the plane rides... and that I went to bed at 4:30 last night. Fuck, where are the hyphens?) But come tomorrow I´m not sure what my excuse will be.

Okay, just because it´s bothering me, I´m going to tell you people exactly where all the keystrokes are. Here is the result of shift when you hit the number keys simultaneously:!"·$%&/()= Yep, that´s one through zero. Then look what happens if I try to make a question mark- :.... and the semicolon:Ñ and basically I cannot fuction with this keyboard. ç. that is what I get instead of enter.

Here I am complaining about the keyboard. No one gives a rat´s flying ass about the keyboard. Spain is, if you´re wondering, maravilloso. I´m just tired as fuck. The weather is a bit foul... well I say foul, but I mean Clevelandy. You know, 10 degrees with rain and fog. Not the greatest day for a parade. But life goes on.

I´m literally about to pass out. Since 11:30 Tuesday morning, I have gotten maybe 4, 4.5 hours of sleep. That´means I´ve slept... I don´t know. Fucking time change.

I´m taking a nap. I think it´s 4 o´clock here. not sure though.