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OK, I am bored at work right now. So once again I have decided to update this journal. I’m getting better at it, but must admit, that I have not gotten good at finding friends on here. That will come with time. Or maybe this will be just a forum for Megan and I to have comment wars? And rollerboy I suppose.
Today it is beautiful outside, and I am wishing that I wore a skirt to work, I mean it IS June after all, anywhere else in North America it’s warmer than here.
So there is this drain in the women’s washroom, on the floor (yeah, like those drains on the wall Nina? Yeesh, I didn’t sleep last night very well), and each time I go to the washroom I focus on it…yeah weird thought, very random, but Megan asked me to update my journal today because she made it cool, so I am going to do just that.
ANYWAYS, back to the toilet drain. Because I am sooo blind and have no depth perception, it looks fuzzy. Last night I kept having dreams where spiders were climbing out of this drain and overtaking the Parnaivik building. I like spiders, so I wasn’t all that alarmed, but at one point they turned into ANTS. Nasty, scary, red, bitey, big as the palm of my hand ants. I don’t like ants; they are like Borgs, although the Woody Allen movie ants changed my opinion on them. Now I think they are scary AND annoying.
So now I am scared to go to the washroom for fear of ants. I think my big goal for today is to take a picture of the drain and post it up here, so you can imagine what I am seeing in this much freaky dream that I am having. Yes, the life of a GN casual staffer, isn’t it scintillating?
Maybe I can get some Ghostbusters gear. Megan and I can attack the bathroom and kill the invading insectoid race and then go for some martinis at the club after a hard day of saving the financial people of Nunavut.
Today it is beautiful outside, and I am wishing that I wore a skirt to work, I mean it IS June after all, anywhere else in North America it’s warmer than here.
So there is this drain in the women’s washroom, on the floor (yeah, like those drains on the wall Nina? Yeesh, I didn’t sleep last night very well), and each time I go to the washroom I focus on it…yeah weird thought, very random, but Megan asked me to update my journal today because she made it cool, so I am going to do just that.
ANYWAYS, back to the toilet drain. Because I am sooo blind and have no depth perception, it looks fuzzy. Last night I kept having dreams where spiders were climbing out of this drain and overtaking the Parnaivik building. I like spiders, so I wasn’t all that alarmed, but at one point they turned into ANTS. Nasty, scary, red, bitey, big as the palm of my hand ants. I don’t like ants; they are like Borgs, although the Woody Allen movie ants changed my opinion on them. Now I think they are scary AND annoying.
So now I am scared to go to the washroom for fear of ants. I think my big goal for today is to take a picture of the drain and post it up here, so you can imagine what I am seeing in this much freaky dream that I am having. Yes, the life of a GN casual staffer, isn’t it scintillating?
Maybe I can get some Ghostbusters gear. Megan and I can attack the bathroom and kill the invading insectoid race and then go for some martinis at the club after a hard day of saving the financial people of Nunavut.