um. so, i´m waiting in the rosario bus station. i really don´t love waiting in bus stations. or being in bus stations. or waiting. that´s litotes. on both counts. thanks for teaching me that word back in high school, mrs. diamond. it really doesn´t get enough play, compared to its big bully brother, hyperbole. yeah. can´t you just taste the restlessness??

my bus to jujuy leaves in half an hour. i swore i would find something more interesting/fulfilling/productive to do than enter the glassed in internet booth, but after about 10 minutes of wandering the shops, lugging both big backpacks (why don´t i ever take my own advice and pack light? not to mention what a bitch it´s gonna be when i get my red hot rolling back back from elena in la rioja), i decided that for one and a half pesos, it was worth the stagnant self-critical feeling to be in a non-smoking enclosure where i could put my bags down and distract myself. after all, i´ll have the next 18 hours to read my argentina guide and contemplate what i may have forgotten at romina´s place in my rushed exit as her room/classmate pressured her to get out already to their shared chemical engineering class. actually, all in all, the goodbye was pretty anticlimactic - rushed with romi, and non-existent with pablo (who was off in entre rios on business and wouldn´t be back until too late) and danilo (who wasn´t able to get permission for me to accompany him to the villa today and still wasn´t home from work when i called an hour ago).

okay, yuck. the internet cafe dueño just sprayed a whole bunch of room deodorant right towards me (and no, i am not having one of my hippier moments, thank you very much - in fact, today i not only showered, but also had my hair washed a second time at the hairdresser, where i went for an 8 peso trim) and i cannot breathe. must exit smoke-free, chemical-full air. is that some form of irony? alanis has corrupted my once textbook perfect understanding of that term... hasta luego!!