Fingers Before Head
2003-08-12 | 6:48 a.m.
I should be watching That 70s Show, but instead I'm waiting in front of the telephone for my sister to call. The sacrifices one makes for family! Alas, I shall go without my adorable skin and bones boy Topher Grace for yet another night....

Update: I still don't know where I'll be moving to in four days. I could be panicking, but I think I exhausted all of my functioning nerves on Friday and now all that remains is a fuzzy numbness.

Though that could have been from the bottle of wine I helped my pal Joanne ingest last night. ::HIC::

Or it could be due to the fact that I've worn these jeans three times already and they've absorbed a perspiration stew that's surely caused a bit of mouldy undergrowth. Fuzzy numbness. Mmmmm.

Yesterday was just super. I spent a few hours with Angel stuffing myself with a brunch plate that weighed just as much as me, gorged on some deep-fried raspberry ale ice cream and sat by the river rehashing sentimentalities about Australia... Oh! How it would be good to work over there again just so I would have access to places like Thailand again without having to blow my entire life savings... again. Like I do every year.

Sigh. Not to mention I really fancy getting away from the bastardly winters that Canada oft summons for the only purpose of making a good four months of my year a right bitter hell.

I will try to forget about all my worries by indulging in a Tight Ass Tuesday movie tomorrow night. I think I'll go see Northfork. I was going to see it this past weekend, but my eyes were drowsy and I didn't want to repeat the mistake of seeing Winged Migration a few weeks back when I was half asleep. I mean, don't want to waste the precious $6 on sleeping inside a movie theatre when I can do that just as well on my residence bed without the company of spectators.

Hot damn. Where is this entry going? What happened to coherent writing? What happened to structure?

Methinks my mind is frolicking about on the first sentence of this entry, refusing to advance. My fingers have already reached the end. And what are your final thoughts, fine fingers?

...STUFF IT. GO READ SOMEONE ELSE'S JOURNAL.

NOW.

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