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this is becoming unbearably dull. fuck. i want inspiration and i want it now. i went to cat's this weekend. i won't go into detail. i'm too tired from all this boredom to write about anything interesting. there's a thing at martin's tonight but i probably won't go. maybe tomorrow. i'm not exactly feeling social right now. dylan called today so i was feeling better for about twenty minutes. and then the damn bus killed my cellphone reception. i also received a lovely postcard from marisha. got my schedule for classes today, it's not bad at all. one of my spares is with cat. people are slowly returning to ottawa. what a shithole. i'm sorry, i'm just in a weird mood. i'm going to go watch a movie/read a book/have a cigarette (shut up it doesn't matter)/take a shower/eat an unhealthy amount of popcorn.

and once again, i've lost interest in my post.

So I was at the hospital yesterday and have some new hospital stories:

-A woman called asking for directions to the hospital from Colorado. "Well," I said, "once you're in Ottawa..."

-I put hand sanitizer on the bite wound on my ankle and it really really hurt because that stuff's like 70% alcohol and it really really hurt.

-Eric, my somewhat useless partner, left me to go to the dentist around two. People these days, jeez.

-Me: Can I help you?
Bloke: Oh I bet you could..
Me: erm, right. Last name of the person you're looking for?
Bloke: What's your last name?
...I mean for fuck sakes...

-I had flowers on my desk all day because a family sent some to the hospital and no one else wanted them. It was lovely.

-I finally figured out how to make 8.5x14" copies. It really is harder than it seems, I swear.

In the end, I punched out early to go with my dad to get a new printer. Printers have changed within the last five years, I'm impressed.

Oh, and to my anonymous commenter, I spent all night wondering what you were on about on the last post. And then I figured it out. Star Trek? Really?

Fuck I'm late! And I smell like shrimp!~

oh good it's time for me to go on about myself some more. isn't it nice that we can all share?

anyway, yesterday my dad gave me his aviator sunglasses from when he was a pilot in the seventies and an old jean jacket that i really fancy. yay for my dad being a rocker in his day (!!).

suddenly every printer in the house has angry mechanical errors and need to be replaced so as to print things in the future. i blame niko. somehow, he is responsible.

i was on a boat today. my neighbours have a boat. it was a pretty nifty boat. good for boats.

i've lost interest in this post.

I'm all kinds of back in Ottawa.

Um...

There's not a lot going on, as usual. I've been organizing things to keep myself amused.

Gina, I'm not wearing socks right now be proud of me.

My printer decided to have emotional issues so I'm currently trying to hook up the one that used to be in my dad's office and it's not going so well. What's with everybody's printers these days?

I wrote a poem about something last night. It's been awhile since I've written poetry though so it's basically mindless drivel about cigarettes and existentialism.
But isn't everything, really?