auntland

2:23am been going back and forth between cuernavaca and mexico city for the past five days, awaiting for my niece to come out of sisters belly. I'm at the hospital right now, tired out of my mind, coming back from a fancy dinner with the so called "industry" (i'm remembering this scene in adaptation where charlie tells his "brother not to call the industry "industry") ja. Faux pas on my behalf... sooo i'm in heels, black pants, a top i made (must admit, not very comfortable), white jacket, make-up, haven't taken out my contacts in two days...it sounds like i'm complaining, but i'm not, i'm trying to make a point... My point is this: as i was standing outside my sisters room i heard her scream out in pain as in never heard her before. The moral of the story is one: i may never have children and two the good things in life cause us at least a little bit of pain, and no, i'm not a masoquist.