Stuck on a tropical island

For some reason, pub night is taking place now, in the middle of the afternoon. We are having some beers, empanadas. That doesn't mean we are getting along right now.
(the old ball and chain).

This whole day has been a waste. Nothing done in terms of writing. Nothing done in terms of cleaning. Simpy nothing done.

Why don't I feel like thanking anyone because it is Friday??

If a drink spills in the forest...

This whole week has been blah. I know that I am in need of a change, but I am too tired to even start thinking about it.

Every night I wake up about fifty times because my arms fall asleep. I don't know how I keep laying or what is happening, but I can't go for an hour without my hands and/or arms getting all tingly and numb. It is frustrating. If there is a reason for this, I wish somebody would tell me.
In my old hypochondriac days I would have already assumed that this meant something really bad is wrong with me.
Right now, I am willing to give my appendages the benefit of the doubt.

At least I still look forward to sleep... there is nothing better.

Except maybe doing things that make going to sleep even better, like staying up for days or weeks partying and dancing and just simply going crazy.
Sleeping after one of those marathons is the sweetest sleep...
and now I will finish the rest of the title
... will you have time to make it to the depanneur for another?

no pub night, some cat talk

for some reason we aren't going out tonight...

Wouldn't it be funny if tooth-whitening gel made people's teeth fall out in addition to getting whiter, or if it was actually dogshit instead of tooth gel. Maybe it really is just crushed up old dog shit.
Anyway, I was just wishing something like that was true when I saw one of those teeth whitening commercials.
Or that a bear would attack the woman...

I am in a foul mood, which I guess is what happens when I haven't had a chance to vent some steam...

Whenever I get really annoyed I get some kind of allergic reaction, almost as if I am allergic to annoyances. I should wear a medic alert bracelet that says, "in case of annoyance, lie down immediately and have a drink, try to avoid annoying things such as george bush, james woods, and the view; especially that star one"

I could list so many more, but this isn't the amazing list of annoying things. If it were I would dressed like a clown (and who says I'm not) and some dogs would be playing poker while juggling cats.
Stinkin' cats.
Just kidding. I like cats alright I guess. It's just that I am allergic to them, which is really more annoying because of the reactions of the owners rather than my physical reactions.
(for some reason it was REALLY hard to type that)
They usually say something like, "oh you don't like cats?"
And then I look around the room uncomfortably as everyone stares at me questioningly... and I say, "well, it's not that I don't like them, it's that I am physically sickened by them."
This usually results in a confused look and then they say,
"but my [interject some stupid cat name... fuzzy, sweetie, puffy, whatever] is so nice. He/she/it is the best cat ever!"

Somehow I manage to roll my eyes without them seeing. I mutter, "yes, your cat is great. Let's change the subject now. When my time comes I will just drag myself into some corner to wheeze and hack and die."

Then they laugh and say I'm funny and I spend the rest of the night running away from the cat. Everyone thinks I am being silly. I want to kill something. For some reason, not the cat. It's not the cat's fault that they have to have owners. It's the way it is.

And we both have to suffer for it.

first day

Well, it's actually not my first day. I do have another blog, but it is a unknown to others unless they are strangers...

Yesterday, I bit my fingernails to the bone for some reason and now it is really painful to type.
When I moved to Montreal I stopped biting my nails for a while and that was nice. I thought there was something about Regina that made nail-biting so exciting, but I've started to do it here again and so my theory must be thrown out of a window... of a fast moving car.

I have been working on this writing piece that is about being Metis. I will post it here when it is finished and I will also post the link for when I read the piece on the radio. I am super nervous about this because I don't EVER perform things, but this project is different from others. It is inspired by a book called "The Last Crossing" by Guy Vanderhaeghe. The book is... well, hard to describe. All I can really say is that every Canadian should read it, especially if you are from the west. The way he describes the prairie sky makes me so homesick.
There are so many differences between Regina and Montreal, and the sky is the biggest difference of all.

It was so weird when I first came to Montreal and realized that there is no Metis local or centre here. This is the birthplace of the Metis culture and yet there is no Metis nation in this province.
I guess most of the Metis moved out west, but I would still think that they deserve a mention.
Please read The Last Crossing . You will see how important the Metis are to this country.

Tonight is pub night! We were supposed to go last night, but decided tonight is better. I don't even remember why...