The begin

Well, well. I like to think I am so behind the times that I am cool. It's like I just discovered the internet or something."Hey everybody! There's this neat thing where you can write and nobody will ever want to read it! ".

Ignoring that inevitable fact, I hereby vow to commit myself, half-heartedly, to document that which I deem worthy when it suits me, for reasons unknown.

This is what I won't launch into just yet (because I suppose I should use this space for things other than infernal daily realities):

1. My monstrously ignorant neighbour and her repulsive family that sound like drunk elephants as they pace endlesssly back and forth over our heads, shaking our ceiling and rattling our sanity.

2. How much I loathe the upstairs family of inbred hippotomeeses.

3. Catholic guilt about feeling seething hatred for a family of noisy, skin-covered, barf-bags conficting with a flaming sense of entitlement to be outraged by ignorant, self-involved, childish, mean and spoiled behaviour that robs others of a basic human right to peaceful enjoyment of their home.

Oh I am sorry to interupt this lucid tirade of mine, but as I type this on my work computer, which is all tucked in the corner and usually quiet and removed from all the people actually doing work, I can hear a radio playing on one of my masters' computers, monitoring the progress of the most recent newsworthy event here in Montreal. Someone or two or three people have gone into a college and shot people. The newscaster just keep saying a suspect has been neutralised, neutralised, neutralised. What in the crabcakes of yore does that mean?

By the way, wouldn't it be more than great if the newscasters were actually repeating it like that? "Neutralised, neutralised, neutralised." , and would somebody please start a company called Crabcakes of Yore? Somebody?

I have been sick for 1 week. The phlegm has been endless and the good times have rolled. Bloody sinuses. Not literally! I mean that in the british sense. Actually today, my first day back at work after a week, what I thought might be irritating dizziness has transmuted into a pleasant sort of giddy light-headedness. Plus I can almost smell and therefore, almost taste food again. I am not functioning well on the brain-front though. I usually have 2 routes to work, one involves no train changing but a longer walk, the other I have to transfer one metro line to the other but practically get door to door. This morning I conceived that I would take the least physically taxing route which should mean the no walking route but I only got as far as the idea that I could sit on the train and not get up if I didn't change stations and only realised as I arrived at metro Bonaventure that I now had to bloody walk for 15 minutes because of my choice. I also could really use a book of those autostereograms as I can't look at anything without going cross-eyed after 3 seconds. I also keep mixing up 3 with s. s 3econd3.

45 minutes till home. I have to take the walky way home because now the green line is closed do to shootingness.

Neutralised, neutralised, neutralised.