Now, I find Premier Ernie Eves one of the most irritating people on the planet, but I have to admit that he has a point. We were out late last night with Little Spider - who lives in Parkdale - and after we drove her home, we went to our neighbourhood - near High Park. It was both infuriating and eerie to see whole city blocks out, with one lighted Parasuco sign fading back in the distance. I'm told that CasinoRama is still jingling & bilking away, and that the toll highway 407 didn't go under for even a second. Bah.

I'm in a funk right now. I haven't been terribly happy since this month began - not only is it too bloody hot, but it's been mainly punctuated by misunderstandings and tears. Today the Boy went away for the weekend with Exodus (who spent last night online instead of coming out and socializing, not to mention refusing to spend the night on our couch so as to make it easier for he & the Boy to get started in the morning) for their friend Bob's bachelor party (the wedding is in September; we're not invited despite the fact that HE spent our entire wedding reception fighting unpleasantly with Burke over Morgan, then he punched a fucking HOLE in the wall of our reception hall and ran off without telling anyone. We're so, so lucky that we didn't get charged for the repair.) They're going to play Magic all weekend and drink. When Exodus offered to pay for gas, the Boy turned him down flat, which is pretty damn magnanimous for a guy entirely financially supported by his pregnant wife. I started calling them the League of Extraordinary Freeloaders, something that was a lot funnier before they took the car in the middle of a power emergency.

Ok, I'm pissed, too.

I spent most of the morning crying and unable to get off the couch. The only things I want to do today are sit in front of a fan and eat foods that the Baby will like. I'd say that I'm too depressed to even put on clothes, but there's very little practical difference between being too depressed to put on clothes (today) and being too hot to put on clothes (every other day this week).

I like Scherezade On Vacation. She's so indulgent of my pregnant behaviour. A few days ago she made me her pregnant Barbie doll and bought me some really expensive funky maternity clothes. She was tolerant of my ceaseless attempts to find the Boyfriend Chair in the boutiques we visited. All week she's listened to my endless stories about myself. This morning I told her about being a really bad sport at last night's game in Dirk's basement, and she just laughed.

Oh, why can't she move back?

Booty Call: Day 162 - Blink-startle responses have been reported when baby hears a loud noise.