Yawn

Wowee, so bored. I mean really really bored. Seems to be catching. Everyone at the office today was complaining about feeling unenthused and tired.

Dreamed last night I was walking around the Lake District with a tall man with a long black beard. He offered me a piece of bread and then he fell over a cliff. Even my dreams are boring and pointless. Well, I don't suppose falling over a cliff is boring exactly. More exciting in a fatal way. But I don't remember being overly interested in my dream...

I'd very much like to get on an airplane and go somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe even the Lake District. I remember it being quite lovely in real life and quite bready in dream life.

CBC News - Consumer Life - Vancouver has world's least affordable housing: report

CBC News - Consumer Life - Vancouver has world's least affordable housing: report

Ok, seriously now... World's least affordable housing?? What I am doing here?? I am poor. More accurately, I'm pore. Yes, yes there are others worse off... I am typing this on a Mac laptop, I dye my hair and I even buy coffee sometimes -- but clearly I'm not Vancouver material.

Despite 8 years experience as a writer for television, web & print I still have zero job security. I have to rely on wishes and prayers that the CBC will not let me go from month to month. I'm a contract worker at best and at worst I'm backfill. Backfill - ugly word, that.

Don't get me wrong... the mountains are pretty. I do enjoy crocuses and snowdrops in January and the sushi is decent. But COME ON.

Thing is, I can't even afford to leave. Funny!

Of all the gin joints...

..."he isnt hearing what you say, but watching the movement of your lips in sexual rumination."

Barf. Funny how some things fade from life so easily while others stick and stick and stick. Why couldn't it have been my first crush from highschool, Geoff Cook, boarding my bus Friday morning instead of the black-haired girl who turns my insides to ice? Why is it this person whom I've never met - yet with whom I share intimate knowledge and experience - is so entangled in my day-to-day existence? I want to see my childhood best friend or my old creative writing instructor walking down my street -- not her. Leaving the city might help, but then again nasty old fate might just welcome the challenge and throw us together regardless of where I set up stakes. I'm starting to think this may be one of those unresolved issue things. What a drag.