I have an appointment every Monday, so I walked downtown today only to find the place closed. I had forgotten that today is Natal Day, the birthday of Halifax. Which only confounds my day off. Then, I was unable to get in touch with Kip about that movie that we wanted to see, but it don’t matter anyhow, since I’ve been called in to work after all. Yeesh.

And speaking of Halifax, there’s been a story running through the paper about some kid who, given the choice of all these places he could go on vacation, chose Halifax. Now I’ve never been able to hold my interest very long in the articles, but from what I can tell there’s nothing especially newsworthy there. Some kid wanted to see Halifax. Is that really front page worthy? Are Haligonians so insecure about this corner of the world that this kid’s approval is the utmost compliment? It confuses and depresses me.

And now I have to go to work, so that’s a whole ‘nother layer of depressed.

Okay, it’s nine years in the future and you suddenly don’t have lungs. You’re still getting around fine without them, but people have started mocking you and it is, frankly, getting annoying. Finally some guy dressed like a pirate comes up to you claiming to have the power to return your missing organs. Unfortunately it turns out he thought you were some guy whose shipment of musical instruments had gone missing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, the future, she looks bleak.

Haiku!

Golden Explosives!
They’re the most expensive kind.
Worth every penny.

Today I was informed that I needn’t be at work until two hours later than I was expecting. Which kicks ass. I got to be all eat-with-Marq-and-Kip-y. Which is way better than being at work. Way better. But now I still have to get ready for work. Which is less pleasing.

I’ve got to say, I just suck as far as writing is concerned lately. I rarely feel like doing it. It sucks how muh time I spend at work thinking, I wish I was home writing, or something, but when I’m here, all I feel like doing is wasting time and feeling bad that I have to go back to work. I watch way more television. I sit at the computer and just randomly look up things. Yet even though I have all manner of ideas I want to write, I don’t do squat. It depresses me even more than I already am.

I have this short story I’ve been working on that I’ve told myself “don’t write anything else until it is done” but maybe tomorrow I’ll do some poems or something, just so I’ve accomplished something. For now, I’ll randomly stick up another one of my old articles. That’ll do for now.

Haiku!

Daze is not a word.
At least, as far as I know.
I’ll not look it up.

Also, it was Kipday yesterday. I hope you all made the proper sacrifices.