wherethemotherfuckincafesat, cachai?

Here I sit, in the COPA office, posting for no reason. I have nothing to say except I still need to find a damn courier bag. I got a non-gringo jacket yesterday, which is nice, but no bag. The selection at the department store (que se llama Almacenes Paris) of man-bags, as Rosie calls them, was pésimo (freaking horrible, as in, Chilean Spanish is pésimo). I´ll write more later but right now I am dying of thirst. Class registration deadline is tomorrow, I´m flipping out and don´t know what to do. Other than that, life is good. It rained for two days and now is beautiful and clean.