july 23, 2000.

Something strange invariably happens to me when I go on vacation: I begin to tire easily. Today I went to church, drove around a bit, then went to the park for about an hour & a half. I am EXHAUSTED. I honestly couldn't tell you why. It's just one more inexplicable annoyances that go along with being me (body snatchers take note.)

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It's been a very quiet weekend. After spending most of the week hanging out with friends, dancing, shopping & drinking, there wasn't much of an appetite for fun come Friday night. In fact, I couldn't be more excited about coming home. Finally! I thought. I can do all those little nagging chores that've been piling up, not to mention spending a great big swatch o' time at the computer. As of this moment, my room is still a snake pit of papers and clothes and I'm still catching up with these pages. But I still liked my homebody days. Restful, restful, restful.

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One project I did manage to complete was creating various advertisements for the Boy. Following classic housewarming party flyer style, we made up invitations for his bachelor party/tabletopping afternoon/pub crawl. Then we made up flyers to persuade the landlord that the boys had made a token effort to rent the apartment. Let me stress token: this apartment has so many flaws that it's going to be a bitch to unload. Fortunately, they gave 62 days notice, so even in Mike Harris' Ontario, they can break the lease with no penalty.