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So yeah, I regally fucked up my inner clock, again.
Definitely not impressed.
I spent a great portion of my yesterday watching The Office, with my dad. I am in love with Jim, he makes me want to be Pam, but not engaged. His secret Santa gift for her is definitely something I would make for someone I liked (not the teapot, just the stuffing of extra goodies). I also watched a Woody Allen film and reviewed it over the phone with a good friend. Not much scrutiny was involved, just a lot of "Wes Anderson is a better director." At Alice's I composed a bit, hurt my wrist while playing, "What Sarah Said," and retired from the piano to play with the dogs.
Tonight, I will be going back to Toronto. I plan on seeing Pictures, Coney and B-sides tomorrow, as well as stand in ridiculously long line-ups at the UBS.
In a week's time, my mom will arrive and I will be happy happy happy!
As for now, there is a green banana sitting on my table and I think I'm going to eat it before it turns any more yellow (I only eat green bananas). Plus, Timtim and I are sharing a seat, well not sharing really, I'm sitting at the very edge, only 1/8ths of my bum is on the chiar and it's pretty uncomfortable so I'm going to go and finish season 2 of the Office.
Take care!
Renee aka (PAM!, but not really)