Just went to the cash machine hoping for a withdrawl of 300 pesos, no more no less. 296 me quedaron. I am 4 pesos short of being able to pay my cleaning lady when she comes tomorrow.
I’ll just go read Thomas Pynchon and pass out in a cloud of my own pretense ’til morning.
I love Sra Mary, but I really still haven’t gotten used to the middle-class estadounidense sin of not keeping my own house. Irks me irks me irks me.