The Lives We Lead Always Find Us

I'm not sure where that link goes but follow it, it can't be anywhere bad.
http://www.vitaminliving.com/shop/iv.php

So it's been a while since I've posted...lost of not sleeping happening, what with the arriving back here at 6:00 am Monday morning and having to go work that morning (not right for 8:00 though, thanks again Paule!) it was still somewhat brutal.

Everyone is probably aware that the world is slowly crumbling and it's slightly scary. Someone asked my dad if his family is anywhere near that crazy comotion and he said they're all his family. It's true, we're all family and this is a huge family fight. I really don't know what else to say other than I can't believe there's just this sudden war. War. I didn't think I'd have to say that about two pretty much western nations.

On the weekend, I saw a comedian and he said that the States getting involved in a war is good for at least thing, it teaches Americans some geography. That's me trying to make light of the situation which is suddenly not so far away from home. I am damn happy, now more than ever, that we left. Whenever I leave home, I am always less Canadian than when I am there. This is one of those times I want to support my fellow nationals and I am not ashamed at all. They are fighting for us all, the fight that not many understand. They care about each and every individual, everybody counts.

At least, I can still talk about other things. I am far enough away that I can ignore it, though I don't want to. The thought of people I know and love wearing gas masks and hiding out. The thought, "one more week of being haunted" is a hope going through my head.

For the moment

An interesting article.

Posting will be delayed. The last week was spent planning for the big road trip. Then the road trip which did not include much sleep. Work was rough and there were many post-work social activities: baseball and theatre (more on that eventually).

A few weeks ago I began an entry, but uhh I kept getting distracted and it never seemed right. It was called Broken Hearts and Diamond Rings.

Here is what I salvaged. Not much substance however.

#100 for the year. My fears are confirmed. This happened outside my apartment building and was the third accident that day. Roommate J actually witnessed the aftermath of this for a long time from her bedroom window.

This is new.