What the…yellow in the bowl? Did I sleep-pee last night? How come I didn’t sleep-flush? At least I didn’t sleep-miss.

Monday long week­end > Friday long week­end, cause you ease back to work with a short week. Amirite?

Exchanging Ottawa blogrolls with Tiana. Any sug­ges­tions for both of us?

So strange to have a lin­ger­ing good­bye with a friend, only to have them say, “I’ll call you tomor­row” as usual.

Watching Zorba The Greek and hop­ing it’ll help John under­stand some prac­ti­cal Taoism. Hoping I’ll make it through the final widow scene too.

Watching Oldboy with John and Bronwen. So nice when my friends can appre­ci­ate and enjoy the same things.

John is singing Hide And Seek, word for word. What. the. fuck.

Watching Seven Samurai. Been wait­ing till John got here to watch it again.

JOHNSHEREJOHNSHEREJOHNSERE. Phew. Been want­ing to say that all day.

I plan on spend­ing the next three days straight in my paja­mas and on the couch.

Not a sin­gle copy of the Tao Te Ching in Coles. So disappointing.

So sad when you go to sur­prise visit some­one and they’re not there. I guess that’s the chance you take.

Discovered that I have a con­stant sense of pur­pose and moti­va­tion that makes it real­l­l­l­lly hard for me to walk slowly. Even if I’m early.

So weird to real­ize there’s music that’s good and well done, but I still don’t like it. Sorry, Emma Shapplin.

Cankersore on the side of my tongue has me speak­ing funny. Can’t pro­nounce my “k“s and hard “c“s.