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Bored in Vancouver...
9.30 am
Was almost blinded by the pink when I opened the journal this morning. I then spent the half-hour I should have spent working on song ideas, trying to change the fucking journal. Grrngh!
Note: never let JC know how much this annoys me.
I am sooooo bored. Bored in Vancouver. I need something to dooooo. The front desk people answer my calls with deep, miserable sighs now. Like it's sooooo hard to climb up to the eleventh floor after midnight with my half-order of bread-sticks! Hrmpfft.
9.31 am
No! I will not let the pink get to me. I will simply rise above it! Aaah, it's so nice and clear up here.
3pm
Done filming for the day. Decided I HAVE to do something tonight or I'll go mad. There MUST be some kind of fabulous event in Vancouver tonight that I could attend.
1 am
I'm back at the hotel again, in bed. Chris called while I was at the party.
"Where are you, baby?" he asks. Ah. Warm tingling sensation in stomach. Caused by looove. Or possibly the shrimp buffee.
"Oh, just out you know," I say all casual-like. "Attending a fabulous party in our neighbor's fabulous capital."
"You're in Ottawa?"
(Dammit!)
"eh...yes."
"So, what kind of party is it?"
"It's a charity event for the hearing impaired."
"A what?"
I raise my voice a little. "A charity event."
"Sorry, I think there's a bad connection. Where did you say you were?"
I raise my voice even more. I'm practically yelling now and people are turning to look at me. "I'M AT A CHARITY EVENT! No, a C-H-A-R-I-T-Y EVENT! CHARITY! For the HEARING IMPAIRED!"
"I heard you the first time," he says and chuckles.
Asshole.
Sleepy now. I'll start writing more about the music and creative stuff in this journal tomorrow.
JT
9.30 am
Was almost blinded by the pink when I opened the journal this morning. I then spent the half-hour I should have spent working on song ideas, trying to change the fucking journal. Grrngh!
Note: never let JC know how much this annoys me.
I am sooooo bored. Bored in Vancouver. I need something to dooooo. The front desk people answer my calls with deep, miserable sighs now. Like it's sooooo hard to climb up to the eleventh floor after midnight with my half-order of bread-sticks! Hrmpfft.
9.31 am
No! I will not let the pink get to me. I will simply rise above it! Aaah, it's so nice and clear up here.
3pm
Done filming for the day. Decided I HAVE to do something tonight or I'll go mad. There MUST be some kind of fabulous event in Vancouver tonight that I could attend.
1 am
I'm back at the hotel again, in bed. Chris called while I was at the party.
"Where are you, baby?" he asks. Ah. Warm tingling sensation in stomach. Caused by looove. Or possibly the shrimp buffee.
"Oh, just out you know," I say all casual-like. "Attending a fabulous party in our neighbor's fabulous capital."
"You're in Ottawa?"
(Dammit!)
"eh...yes."
"So, what kind of party is it?"
"It's a charity event for the hearing impaired."
"A what?"
I raise my voice a little. "A charity event."
"Sorry, I think there's a bad connection. Where did you say you were?"
I raise my voice even more. I'm practically yelling now and people are turning to look at me. "I'M AT A CHARITY EVENT! No, a C-H-A-R-I-T-Y EVENT! CHARITY! For the HEARING IMPAIRED!"
"I heard you the first time," he says and chuckles.
Asshole.
Sleepy now. I'll start writing more about the music and creative stuff in this journal tomorrow.
JT