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CHANGE #20061029

Oh the things that I do and say.

I was asked to water the plants downstairs at work... so I carefully fill up and bring down the watering can from upstairs and it's only until I get most of the way behind the counter to water them that I zone out and leave a trail of water. I only realized because I heard it and looked down. Dut dut dut.

We're at St Clair stn and I glance over at the clock to try to figure out roughly what time I'd be home and, I exclaim, 'Oh my God Alan! I forgot to change back my clock!' In this really shocked voice... as some people in the station laugh. I don't get to read the newspaper, I don't watch the telly (because we can't be bothered with cable) and I don't really listen to the radio muches. What's a girl like me supposed to do?

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CHANGE #20061024

I am VERY proud of myself because I actually slept in until 10:30 Sunday morning. Anybody who doesn't know me, I can't sleep in. I haven't been able to sleep in for 'donkey's years'. I've subject Alan to this several times already (sorry hon). Even if I go to bed late, I'll get up around 8 or 8:30 and I'll TRY to sleep more... really I do. But I just can't. Until Sunday. Even Monday I slept until 9, but it was interrupted by my roomie getting up. So really, it's not an uninterrupted deep sleep or anything... but hey... I'm dreaming too... and doesn't that mean that you're getting a deeper sleep?

Volunteered at the Design Exchange this weekend for their gala. I was bag-stuffing and noticed that the 2 co-founders of the place I love to hate were the co-hosts of the event. Greeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaat... heh heh heh. And all they could give as a raffle prize was a stupid purse. They GIVE away so much more shit to ONE celebrity than they did for that night. I hope it reflected poorly upon them... although I doubt it. Of course once the people there heard I worked at that place I heard only bad things about their PR person. And it's true. He can be SUCH as ass and gives people the runaround all the time. I'll readily believe the conspiracy theory that he only keeps his job because he was their drug dealer back when they were growing up. It was a little bit more disorganized than last year. It's apparently a 'project' for Seneca students in the Event Planning program so on Saturday, I was given 'little' tasks to do like help hang chandeliers and other stupid inane things until Suzanne saved me from boredom by needing help with putting 'designer' water in the bags. It's pristine, never touched by human hands until it's reached you (the hapless consumer).
What a load of shit.

I can't believe it's going to be Daylight Savings Time again this Sunday. Well, I guess it's good because I gain an hour of sleep, but still...  why can't winter fly by like the summer did?

I was going to say other stuff, but of course I forgot. I'll figure it out later.

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CHANGE #20061007

So I tek a break from writing an endless litany of naffing cover letters. LALALLALALALALALALALALLAA! Edging farther away. I think, and it’s a relief, I hope. As long as something promising happens.

I was telling Bernice that I was hungry yesterday so she offered me her fortune cookie for a piece of gum. Meh, I know it’s shit, but really when you’re hungry, shit on a stick might be good. Open up the cookie, read the fortune… almost freaked out.

“An empty stomach is not a good political advisor.”

WTF?!

why did the font change?

Feeling restless again. But no monies to do anything. Pondering the possibility of picking up another job because my hours at the clinic are shorter, and I need to fill up my time with well… what else am I going to do? When I get bored I go shopping, and that’s totally NOT a good thing because I’m paying rent now. Funny that I’m so used to being busy that when I have a day off that I don’t know what to do after running my errands. And I feel guilty if I don’t accomplish anything. I’ve got issues! Reading for pleasure not pain again and loving it. Finished reading an autobiography of Isaac Stern a good read. My volunteer supervisor and I were talking about lit the other day and we were talking about liking biographies. I told him I started one on Peggy Guggenheim, but for some reason couldn’t finish it. He told me that if I were rich I’d probably be living her lifestyle. Philanthropist of the arts, jet-setting around Yurrup, litany of lovers, and I had to keep adding minus the children because lord only knows you’d have to put x amount of money aside in your will for your children’s psychiatric bills. Ha!

I think I’ll go sit at a café and read my book today… which one… hmm… want a patio I think, tis warm outside. I don’t know how I’m going to get through winter. Oh need to vacuum my room. Lotsa lint from socks and towels gah! My tummy hurts : (

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