I was looking for an extension of my contract and then I found one, and heaven knows I'm miserable now...Well, not really. I dunno. Money is good for paying rent. This job is good for providing ample time and privacy for blogging and reading about samurai...I suppose I should be grateful but there hasn't been sun, in what feels like a year, and the coffin lid of depression seems to be creaking it's way toward closing.
So i'm employed (barring any psychotic episodes that would get me fired) until at least the end of march. That means we can heat our place and eat everyday too! Not just one or the other!
Coffin lid of depression.
Went for a walk at lunch to help activate dopamine and what-not. Still really like Montreal. It's a fab city. Even if I don't technically live in it anymore. It has a really good feel. It feels honest. I'm not sure how to explain. You know when it's snowing big fat flakes of snow and people are prancing around in their fancy attire that is entirely ill-equipped for the weather; hobbling on their high-heeled boots or freezing their asses in their skimpy leather coat, pressing their cellphone to their red ears with frozen, ungloved fingers...and then some supercute guy or gal walks by with the ugliest toque ever and a huge parka and mittens and they are smiling because it's good? Toronto is the gonad in the heels and leather, Montreal is the one with the toque.
Sorry for being a hater Toronto, but that's what you get fer wearing your stupid high-heel, calfskin boots.
Maybe I should start a whole separate blog on Toronto vs Montreal. Any true canadian will now have visions of blue maple leafs and red c's with a white h's in the middle.
Can a person get insanity due to an uncared for cavity? I will go check now. I looked for 2 seconds and got fed-up. Let's play Hungry Hungry Hippo instead!
Today is the first day in about a week where I haven't got the wobbly feeling in my forehead like I'm about to go mad. Like there is volatile jello, bubbling in my forehead that will seep into the rest of my brain and make me lose all sense. Fever? Sinus infection? Anxiety? Alien DNA? Fucking insane? All of the above and a mon chi-chi?
Sometimes, I go to the wikipedia entry with all the names of Simpsons episodes just so I can trigger the episode in my head.
Creeeaaakkkk.
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