so my brief sojourn home was mildly successful. i didn't really de-stress at all but, perhaps ironically, caught up on my drinking. because this is something that needs tracking and compensating for, apparently. i always end up doing a lot of that when i go. it usually just happens but this time my dad actually bought me a case of beer on the way home from the train station. it was well received.

but i digress. i thought that getting away would help me think but it ended up in the opposite. because i didn't have anything with me i couldn't get anything straight and since i was used to thinking about it all the time i couldn't get anything out of my head. it just resulted in a mess. today was the first day that i actually took any real steps in getting anything in its proper place. i would have gotten more but it was "simcoe day", some bogus civic holiday for desk jockeys and government workers because they are oh-so-overworked. bless their hearts.

so now, since it's 1:20 in the morning i am smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne straight from the bottle. because i am patsy.

i had more to say but i don't feel like it now. later.

ohhhh monday.