Yesterday I turned 28. As I continue on well past the quarter century, there is one thing that consistently eludes me: writing.

I recently moved to my own place, broke up a relationship, went on to continue that relationship in a somewhat twisted fashion, helped move my schizophrenic aunt into an asylum, and generally had a weird couple of months. All through this, there have been innumerable things to write about, but I just haven’t had the stomach.

That’s about to change. Things are finally starting to settle down, and I’m seeing some kind of stability in the horizon, which at this point, is good enough.

About the birthday: It was very nice. I got insanely great presents from Angie, kitta (well, I *assume* it’s nice, since it’s still on the way… for all I know, it’s wallaroo droppings in a box) and the ex. I usually treat myself on my birthdays, and this time I decided on a worthy purpose:

I’ll eat half a cow”

If you’re ever in Guadalajara, make sure you stop by La Matera and order the 2-person plate of “Entraña”. It’s really nice on the stomach, and you only have to work a bit into it to realize that the whole “2 person” concept is flimsy suggestion, at best.

So I had my half a cow, gifts, a lot of calls, a few beers with friends, good conversation and half the day off.

It was good.

Didn’t get a blowjob, though.

Got to set sights on that one for next year.

— sergio on July 15, 2005