daze.
as per usual, sunday leaves me contemplating. what's the score, what's next?
yesterday i started working on my website, started doing a lot of things i should have been for a while, but suppose i just wasn't ready to do. like maybe getting something done, start a ball rolling in the direction that seems the most accurate (at least for now). practice guitar, edit photos, plan for something other than nothing.
then i left home and mosied on over to my bro's place and to my surprise i received a tasty swiss chalet dinner. when i walked in the door, he came over to give me a hug, with a $20 bill in his hand and says, "Ohhh, hello, you're not chicken." brothers, my favourite. so we dined and beered and smoked and watched the rest of the incredibles, well kind of... mostly we talked over the TV which is always more interesting to me. unless the leafs are playing, then shut up! heh.
after there i waited for what seemed like ever for the bathurst streetcar and found myself at a party across town. avec a single vodka/pomegranate can of stuff in my bag (classy), i arrived and immediately felt awkward. it was going to be that kind of night... standing in the living room looking around like, "heyyy, so, ahhh... how 'bout them argos, eh?" so i walked around and just stood by the people i sorta knew, etc. etc. i was awkward aimoo, bringer of a conversational black hole. here is why this happens: my thought patterns are erratic. i can't carry on a "hihowareya" type deal for too long before i get bored, or confuse the other person with completely unrelated banter. only pieces of my internal commentary make it out, even though it's sheer brilliance inside. ;)
feeling strange in a strange place i went to check my phone and actually see what lisa was up to, but sjm came in right then so i stayed 'cause i haven't seen him in a long time, and he's someone i can relate to. hkd was clearly distracted and exhausted so...
we split, BSed while walking to his car and a ride home and some flight of the conchords then liser and bogdan came home then bed and here i sit with a coffee writing a very play-by-play blog entry about a night that only two of my (hopefully?) readers experienced. my mind is elsewhere... time for some more web work... and more coffee before it gets cold... among other things.
on friday i took a 2.5 hour lunch break with a friend and drank almost a whole pitcher. i definitely would not be a functional alcoholic, i don't know how anyone could. but it was a fun adventure with one of my dearest, closest, most soul-residing friends. i love him to bits.
anyway, it really is too bad you can't smell my coffee breath, it's grade-three-teacher-tastic.
yesterday i started working on my website, started doing a lot of things i should have been for a while, but suppose i just wasn't ready to do. like maybe getting something done, start a ball rolling in the direction that seems the most accurate (at least for now). practice guitar, edit photos, plan for something other than nothing.
then i left home and mosied on over to my bro's place and to my surprise i received a tasty swiss chalet dinner. when i walked in the door, he came over to give me a hug, with a $20 bill in his hand and says, "Ohhh, hello, you're not chicken." brothers, my favourite. so we dined and beered and smoked and watched the rest of the incredibles, well kind of... mostly we talked over the TV which is always more interesting to me. unless the leafs are playing, then shut up! heh.
after there i waited for what seemed like ever for the bathurst streetcar and found myself at a party across town. avec a single vodka/pomegranate can of stuff in my bag (classy), i arrived and immediately felt awkward. it was going to be that kind of night... standing in the living room looking around like, "heyyy, so, ahhh... how 'bout them argos, eh?" so i walked around and just stood by the people i sorta knew, etc. etc. i was awkward aimoo, bringer of a conversational black hole. here is why this happens: my thought patterns are erratic. i can't carry on a "hihowareya" type deal for too long before i get bored, or confuse the other person with completely unrelated banter. only pieces of my internal commentary make it out, even though it's sheer brilliance inside. ;)
feeling strange in a strange place i went to check my phone and actually see what lisa was up to, but sjm came in right then so i stayed 'cause i haven't seen him in a long time, and he's someone i can relate to. hkd was clearly distracted and exhausted so...
we split, BSed while walking to his car and a ride home and some flight of the conchords then liser and bogdan came home then bed and here i sit with a coffee writing a very play-by-play blog entry about a night that only two of my (hopefully?) readers experienced. my mind is elsewhere... time for some more web work... and more coffee before it gets cold... among other things.
on friday i took a 2.5 hour lunch break with a friend and drank almost a whole pitcher. i definitely would not be a functional alcoholic, i don't know how anyone could. but it was a fun adventure with one of my dearest, closest, most soul-residing friends. i love him to bits.
anyway, it really is too bad you can't smell my coffee breath, it's grade-three-teacher-tastic.
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