i’m sad xanga is shutting down…better archive all of my entries!
day 2 of enslaved report-writing @ the library. i’m wearing my adidas boy-shorts which is usually a sign i am very serious about getting work done… hence i’m blogging and stalling for time.
looked in the mirror of the library washroom, i look like a frazzled nerdy student trying desperately not to fail this course. wow! haven’t looked like that in a long time.
i’ve been sleeping badly, nightmares and inconsistent insomnia every other day. yet, i cannot pin-point the source of my distress.
my nightmarket booth? that can’t possibly be it. even if it’s an epic failure who the eff cares? @ least i learned a new recipe and my friends have fun.
work stress? we just overcame a huge milestone and finally on track, i’ve been hunting down a bottle of year 2000 Dom to celebrate, that’s can’t be it
my love life gone to sh*t…maybe a little bit. grandma tells me every chance she gets that when she was 28, she already gave birth to 5 kids. but truth is, EFF that. that can’t be my source of distress.
nonstop wedding blitz? hey, as long as there’s open bar i have no complaints. gracie was fabulous, candace was adorable, febby was very elegant, and sabina was stunning!
so WHAT is driving me nuts everyday, i am currently unable to articulate.
must be time to leave the country again? i think it’s when i drive around Toronto and it’s grey and raining and i’m like FML i live here?!



