6:00 pm

Well, I went to Gibraltar to buy a video camera, but didn't find one. They really didn't have what I wanted. Not that I'm sure of what I want. I'm now thinking of just waiting until I go home in May. Yeah, I'm still thinking of that. Shit, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Joaquin talked to me for an hour about his ideas. Again, very promising. Again, nothing definite. Same old. I need to ask him about a work permit. Then it would make all the sense in the world to go back in May. And it would give me at least a little bit of job security, ¿no? I'd better hang onto my money until I have a better plan. Andre still doesn't have plans, either. He's calling Menorca tomorrow. If he has a job there, he leaves immediately. If not, he'll probably go to Holland on Saturday. Shit. I'm applying for a job I saw advertised. A Spanish company needs video producers. María José helped me with the cover letter. I'll type it tomorrow. Becky left a message at school that her brother-in-law, Paul, died. I'll call her tonight. It's been a warm sunny (but windy) afternoon. What else? No sé. Andre, Gitta and I had dinner last night. With two bottles of wine. I enjoy doing that rather than going out. We just talked and talked -- about nothing much.