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  • Today was Hot Dog day at work!  I had a hot dog and a pop and chips!  The pop was Fanta!

    There was still poo at the bus stop this morning.  It’s disintigrating or melting or something.  I don’t know the life cycle of poo.  It is sitting just outside of the the bus-waiting hut so I hung out inside the hut with the chatty ladies.  One of the chatty ladies shoved-a-bum so that I could sit on the bench.  She did not, however, engage me in chat, and that was OK.  I just wanted there to be some division between me and the poo.

    I’ve just made apple crisp.  I’ll call it apple “crisp” because that sounds more appealing and gourmet than what it really is, which is apple oatmeal.  “Crisp” makes it sound like something one might have for dessert at dinner time, or in the evening.  As it is evening now, I should be having a dessert, not breakfast. But oh my good ness.  I have added cinnamon and raisins and it looks so tasty.  I will add vanilla soy milk it shall be enjoyable.  I’m letting it cool because I don’t like hot hot oatmeal.  When I make it in the mornings (which is the proper time for oatmeal and when I usually eat it) I let it cool a great deal before eating it.  Warmish, maybe even cool depending on how long it has sat and how much milk I add.  I have to eat it with a small spoon or else I dribble down my chin and that’s not something grownups should do.  I seem to have a lot of rules when it comes to oatmeal.  They’re more just habits– I happen to know the best way to eat oatmeal.  And that’s all there is to it.

    The apple in my apple crisp is from my dad’s tree.

    Last week I made real crisp out of rhubarb and apples from my dad’s garden.  It was real crisp: I consulted a recipe that was labeled “some sort of crisp” and Baked said crisp in the Oven.  It was even actually crispy on top.  I had to buy some coolwhip for the top.  Mmm.  Summertime.

  • I wasn’t able to check if there was still poo at the bus stop this morning as I has to jog to make it in time to get on the bus. I may have been a little late leaving my apartment. This may or may not have been because I spent a few minutes standing in front of my closet trying to decide if I needed a sweater. I chose not, but I’m still don’t know if this was the right decision. It’s sunny now but it was chilly this morning. The jogging warmed me up a bit.

    I am in the lunch room at work. There are three little tables with chairs, and an eating bar up by the window and there’s sun shining in. Of course, I am on the couch. I have tea cooling. It’s my lunch break, by the way. Only I ate my lunch at breaktime this morning, so I’ve just come to rest. Really I should have gone for a walk or something, but I didn’t really want to.

    This entry would have been longer but I got to chatting.

  • There was poo at the bus stop this morning. Right where I usually stand. It was definately poo, a big smear of it, as there was a whiff of poo smell on the breeze. Good start to my Monday.

    I’m counting down the weeks until I get holiday time. It’s at the beginning of October; or three four-day weeks, a five day week, and then another four day weeks, the a two-week break. Holiday time is important to think about on a Monday morning, especially when there was poo at the bus stop.

    This has been my summer: work, laze, sleep, repeat. With a little bit of sunshine here and there. Good summer. Lethargy is addictive, though, so I’m glad I’ll be able to go back to dance soon. I shall force my self to go move. My body will say “blaaaarg!” But my mind is stubborn and will make me go anyway.

    I meant to use my holiday time to visit SE Asia on a grand trip along the lines of my England trip last year. In the research I did in January, however, I decided I would rather go to China, for which I need more money, so then was planning for a CHINA 2012 trip. But now I will probably be going to Spain in February instead, and China will have to wait. In the meantime, I have two blank weeks of holiday coming up very shortly and I am looking forward to them.

  • So I moved.  It happened.  Beh.  The bathroom in my new apartment is gross.  It’s got crusty bits and the bathtub is worn out.  The good thing is that it’s getting a little less gross each time I clean it.  Today I scrubbed with a hard-core pot scrubber to get rid of some of the rust on the fan cover.  I also “de-fuzzed” this fan cover.  Gross.  I also discovered that the lino under the cabinet is crusty with dust an ick.  But then I also found a little bit of old wallpaper stuck to the wall under there, as well.  It’s brocade-patterned and pale green.  Very pretty and a secret.

    There are lots of seagulls who live in my new neighbourhood.  They hang out sometimes on the roof of the carpark of the apartment behind me here.  “Come hang out here!” they squack to their friends.  “Be quiet!” I say out my window.  There are also some young human punks who climb up on the garbage bin of my apartment, up onto the same roof mentioned, and into the parking area of the apartment behind me.  It’s a shortcut!  I watch them with envy as I want a shortcut, too, but that route is just too climbey-uppy.

  • I meant to do things today: clean the bathroom, tidy my house, do dishes.  Etcetera.  Instead I had a two hour nap this afternoon.  It felt as though I was getting sick when I woke up this morning, so maybe my body was just trying to conquer that.  I feel better now.  Better-ish.  Long naps make me feel kind of ikky, but I lay in bed when I woke up for a while.  Recovering?  From my nap?  I wouldn’t have gotten up but I have a ballet show to watch tonight.

    My house is a mess.  But I have other stuff I want to do here.  There’s not enough time.  I’ll see what I can get done tomorrow.  (It’s not really gross or anything, just more cluttered that I am comfortable with.  I need to do recycling, for example, and generally just pick up after my slobby self.)

  • Two words I don’t like: gestalt (bleh) and redux (bleh!)

    One word I do like: reticent (so pretty).

    I’m so tired. I’m curled up under the covers waiting to sleep. Though obviously it is not fast coming as I have gotten up to fetch my phone to write this. Yesterday was the same: so tired but couldn’t sleep. I may have had the teensiest of naps yesterday evening around 7. Big mistake! I had a little eye-shut drifting time today before dance, but then I danced! I’m so pooped I can’t even think up a metaphor to describe how tired I am.

    Review of Harry Potter, book 6 – first 40 pages: Snape! Hoo hoo hoo. Snape. Otherwise I’m too tired to hold it up to read.

  • I’m at that place where I live now… Victoria is what it’s called.  My eyes are sleepy.  I brought a big box of stuff that I had stored in Duncan with me but I’ve put it over there under my desk for now because I’m tired and I just put away all of my xmas presents and unpacked and such.

    I got home and I’d forgotten to water my one remaining plant that needs water.  It’s dry to the point of crumbling.  It’s probably done for.  Mum and Dad took away the rest of my dead plants.  Mum says it’s winter and that’s what happens to plants in the winter.  Not the house plants, though!  Those are menat to stay alive.

    We all went for lunch/early supper/lupper and I had breakfast.  So I guess I won’t have pankakes for real supper/dinner tonight.  I have tomorrow off, though, so maybe I’ll eat pancakes all day. And read Harry Potter 5.

  • I started my trip by re-reading my pretty pink version of Jane Austen’s bio. Good.

    I’ve beem awake now, save for the half-dozen naps-that-don’t-count on the plane, for way too long. Will sleep well, I hope. There’s nothing like being too tired to keep me up.

  • I’m having an amazingly unfocused day.  I read my book and refused to clean for most of the morning, then I napped.  Then lunch (ish).  Oh, but I did get laundry done and bottles in for return.  Then I refused to clean some more and read more of my book.  Then I thought I better clean and put on some loud music.  Then I started setting up periferals on my new computer.  Then I shopped for a new scanner because for some reason my ten-year-old* scanner isn’t compatable with Windows 7.  Then I thought I better get something clean and so my bathroom is now clean.  Stupid day.

    On a good note, it’s sunny out and my laundry is out drying in it.

    On a bad note, I can see feathery clusters of dust blowing in the breeze made by my fan in areas I already dusted.  I’m afraid some of the clusters are bits of my duster that got snagged.

    On a good note: Gaga’s Bad Romance on repeat.  That’s right.  I’m thirteen**.

    Do you know what I’m not going to do tonight?  Watch Simon and Garfunkel live at GM place.  I might watch them in Central Park, as that’s the location they play on my DVD.  I may just wallow in annoyance.

    “Late Nights on Air” by Elizabeth Hay would be a good book to read after reading “Survival” by Margaret Atwood.  Or one could read “Survival” again after to figure out how it fits.  One would have to find her copy of “Survival” first.

    *The reason is probably that it is ten years old, right?  But it still works and I love it and I don’t actually want a new one.  I’ve been glancing at it forlornly.

    **For the record, when I was thirteen it was “The Phantom of the Opera” soundtrack that I listened to over and over again.

  • I was a little miffed exactly three weeks ago when I got a call cancelling my dentist appointment.  But just a little miffed.  I wanted to get it over with, but I certainly don’t mind not going to the dentist (as I told the receptionist when I called in to re-book).  I have to be patient, anyway, since I’m scheduling appointments on my flex days, and those only come around every three weeks.

    I finally got in for my last thing today (and my face in frozen!) and they gave me a Starbucks card for being so accomodating.  I will gladly be accomodating again if it means a Starbucks card.  I also got a refund from my last visit, because I overpaid/they took to much/insurance covered more than they thought.  So I really cleaned up at the dentist today.

    Now I’m going to attempt to eat a hamburger with a frozen face.  The reason I need a hamburger at this time specifically, is because I was watching TV while I was having dentistry performed on me, and I was watching Regis and Kelly (actually Regis and Bernadette Peters today) and they made hamburgers.  I’m very suseptable to the suggestion of food.