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august 7, 2001.I'm very hot & cranky today. The hot part is pretty obvious: we're in the middle of a long, dry, scorching Nova Scotia summer, and we have no air-conditioning. I'm still fine with that, by the way. I'd rather have no air-conditioning at all than partial air-conditioning that just heightens the temperature difference. Still...I wish I didn't have to take so many showers. I'm beginning to be accustomed to having a neck soaked in sweat and a rash of itchy hot mosquito bites, and there's not a lot of positive things that I can say about that. The cranky part is also pretty self-explanatory: Dirk is gone, the Boy's on the road, my brother won't be in Toronto when I go to visit, Pixie is trapped in the United Snakes for 2 years, Poet's started smoking again, Rich & Isa have separated, on and on and on. The diarist awards have passed me by again; as has JournalCon. (The only good news I've had recently is that one of my good friends has discovered that he isn't an only child after all - he has an older sister. This is both joyous and profoundly unsettling; how would you react to the news that your mother visited an aunt for 9 months, years before she met your father? I think he's doing quite well, all things considered.) Unfortunately, my day at work seemed specially designed to increase my crank-o-meter. I recorded 2 more architecture lectures in the office boardroom, a close, unair-conditioned room filled with two slide projectors, one screen, one video camera, one tripod, one laptop and two sweaty humans. I yawned and yawned and yawned my way through material that was rendered uninteresting thanks to my sweat-tastic surroundings. At one point, the professor asked if I'd like to remain outside for the lectures. "Are my negative vibes bringing you down?" I asked tiredly. He laughed.
slightly later Ok, I have one more bit of good news now. Scherezade called tonight, and in the course of a long, meandering & happy conversation, offered me a place to stay in Toronto. Yay! I foresee delicious brownies, and also long conversations about nothing. Suddenly all the highlights of our friendship are flashing before my eyes in a giddy whirl of anticipation. We once played the world's longest game of 'Would You Rather,' an exercise which quickly devolved into a competition of who could come up with the grossest sexual pairings in the pool of our mutual acquaintances. We also once spent an entire summer in her basement, watching Strictly Ballroom. We once danced around like Muppets to Soundgarden's "Jesus Christ Pose." We once owned dance floors from Queen West to Bloor. I can hardly wait.
Scherezade - (sounds of eating) I could really go for some cereal. |
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