I switched from day-old crème brûlée to calorie and sugar-free sparkling summer peach beverage. The weekend usually has me drinking various combinations of liquids, including honey water and coffee with half and half. It’s difficult to understand how normal it becomes to alternate between drinks while under the right influences, like only being able to take a swig from a bottle of vodka during a hangover. Sobriety makes the senses aware.

This place has become sick and uninspired. I miss living at Lees, with the edge of the downtown core, as well as my university, out my 8th floor window. I do have a nicer view here, especially since I’m living on the 16th floor now, but it’s not on my side of the apartment. What I see is mostly construction, aggravating colours, and unmatching wood grains. I put on different movies to absorb their moods.The raw, open-air feeling of 12 Monkeys. The emotional, effusive settings of the everyday in Bleu. The psychedelic adventures of Army Captain Benjamin Willard through the humid jungles of Vietnam in Apocalypse Now. Nothing ever works.

I can’t wait to move. I can’t wait to give my room the perfect mood. I can’t wait to get a nice, sleek desk. I can’t wait to create three perfect levels of lighting. I can’t wait to have a place where I can completely relax, surrounded by the comfortable feeling of a well furnished room.