2004-04-26

So, what have I to say to you on this, the glorious commencement of another working week? Not much, I’m afraid. My sister has had her shifts at Ye Olde Welding Shoppe switched to days, which means that we’ll be jockeying for the shower in the mornings, jockeying for the kitchen in the evenings, and driving each other ten flavours of insane at all hours. I swear, this city wants me to leave. Not content with making conditions outdoors completely intolerable (I’m almost beginning to think that the whole concept of ‘spring’ was a wishful hallucination on my part), it has now contrived to make my life indoors intolerable as well. Well, far be it from me not to take the hint. I’m not going to be that sad, pathetic chick getting drunk and calling Ottawa up in the middle of the night, leaving slurred “please just give me one more chance” messages on the answering machine. No sir. When it’s over, it’s over. Ottawa has bitch-slapped me for the last time. I am cutting Ottawa out of all my photos (leaving me with cut-outs of myself on which I can mix and match fun wardrobe ideas!).