October 19, 1999.

Soooo tired. I had thought that today would be my day of rest, and planned last evening's activities accordingly. But then I was called into work.

I'm finding it especially hard to wake up these days, as I just changed into my winter sheets. There's nothing more narcotic than the embrace of clean flannel.

But other than being excessively tired, I'm pretty happy. My grade six day went quite well...and I swear that one of the eleven year olds was flirting with me:

Mike: "I can crack my nose!"
Me: "Mike, don't...[crack] please don't do that again."

Sounds like a eleven-year-old's idea of suave to me.

Last night I pretended it was the weekend, even though I knew I had to work early today. It was one of those things...one mad brunette is in town this week, and one does not welch on social obligations of this calibre. I have to say: I had an amazing time. I've never felt so easy with a net friend upon first meeting...maybe because there was a mob of us out celebrating B's arrival in the city and Q achieving another plateau of citizenship, and there wasn't a lot of pressure on any one person to be entertaining. But beyond that, I really do like her. Perhaps this is because she knows a flattering amount of detail about me for someone I'd never met before. Can't discount that.

As for the night itself, we managed to hit quite a few of the really good places to visit in the city: Kalendar for dinner, the Green Room for drinks & the Dance Cave for retro night. Last night's notable episode concerned one of the hardcore regulars interpreting our dance triangle as free space and thus dancing in the middle of our ring. It was a ticket-worthy performance, too...she's one of those amazing movers that finds a groove in anything and never stumbles atop her platform bitch boots.

I was exceedingly happy to be able to show B a night of such excellence.