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It rains rains rains like a wretched beast. Which is a bit trying, but, however, I love to watch Canadians trying to deal with the rain. I think it must be taught to them in small people school (or perhaps even conveyed to 'em while they're still in the womb) that CONTACT WITH RAIN KILLS.
I am pleased to report that though life has been a bit troublesome for me lately, I have resumed eating the little cakes (sometimes as many as two a day). And stuff is getting better, and it's good to discover (or remember) that I'm mostly not a weakling and I do alright even when the stuff is very bad. Although, I'm at least a bit of a weakling, because I cried on my way to work a few days in a row. But you would probably cry too if you had to take papery things out of envelopes for many many hours, even if all of the rest of your life stuff was going very well. They're not even interesting papery things, mostly, although occasionally there's a religious tract or somesuch (I don't have time to be saved, you fuckers! I have to take all these papery things out of envelopes).
I went out tonight for my brother's birthday celebration, and had the best Indian food I've ever had here in Land of the Bears. I ordered some kind of chicken that turned out to be delicious and...green. Undeniably green. But delicious, though. I had a nice night. I even had a good hair evening, thanks to the rain. Now I'm lusting after my bed. I think if I made a pie chart of all the occasions I've ever felt lust in my life, bed-lust would take up all but the smallest sliver. In fact, I did just make a lust pie chart. I'm a doodler, and I confess it unashamedly (is that a bit contradictory, though, or no?) Last night I went to bed at eight of the evening and ate pizza and drank diet coca cola and a small bit of Baileys (not mixed, sirs) and watched Deadwood (which I love for its clever storytelling and excessive use of the word cocksucker) on DVD, and I swear that I've never been so happy. (My swearing is full of lying today, but still, I was quite happy and content). Tonight I am going to go to bed and...sleep. I get exponentially more exciting. And I will draw a graph to illustrate that fact, but not now because I am too tired even for doodling. So tired that I am having a hard time shutting up. Christ.
I am pleased to report that though life has been a bit troublesome for me lately, I have resumed eating the little cakes (sometimes as many as two a day). And stuff is getting better, and it's good to discover (or remember) that I'm mostly not a weakling and I do alright even when the stuff is very bad. Although, I'm at least a bit of a weakling, because I cried on my way to work a few days in a row. But you would probably cry too if you had to take papery things out of envelopes for many many hours, even if all of the rest of your life stuff was going very well. They're not even interesting papery things, mostly, although occasionally there's a religious tract or somesuch (I don't have time to be saved, you fuckers! I have to take all these papery things out of envelopes).
I went out tonight for my brother's birthday celebration, and had the best Indian food I've ever had here in Land of the Bears. I ordered some kind of chicken that turned out to be delicious and...green. Undeniably green. But delicious, though. I had a nice night. I even had a good hair evening, thanks to the rain. Now I'm lusting after my bed. I think if I made a pie chart of all the occasions I've ever felt lust in my life, bed-lust would take up all but the smallest sliver. In fact, I did just make a lust pie chart. I'm a doodler, and I confess it unashamedly (is that a bit contradictory, though, or no?) Last night I went to bed at eight of the evening and ate pizza and drank diet coca cola and a small bit of Baileys (not mixed, sirs) and watched Deadwood (which I love for its clever storytelling and excessive use of the word cocksucker) on DVD, and I swear that I've never been so happy. (My swearing is full of lying today, but still, I was quite happy and content). Tonight I am going to go to bed and...sleep. I get exponentially more exciting. And I will draw a graph to illustrate that fact, but not now because I am too tired even for doodling. So tired that I am having a hard time shutting up. Christ.