RIP, drunken leprechauns.

I feel as though the vice-grip that has been clenched around my cerebral cortex has been released. Like the spike of fire that has been lodged into my neck has been removed. Like the hundreds of angry, drunk, leprechauns, golfing in my forhead have all dropped dead and....wait now, I don't really feel like I have a bunch of dead leprechauns in my head so scratch that last analogy. Anyway, I feel better dammit.

After MUCH hard work, we are moved in and I daresay that I am happy. YES that's right. H-a-pee-pee-y. It's quiet and pretty and all ours. Fucking life eh? One minute you are in hell, the next, you are sitting at your table looking out of your wall of windows at the water with nothing but the sound of the river's current and some ducks, thinking: "Well fuckballs! This as a distinct improvement!"

So, things have become easier to appreciate. On the commuter train ride(my second ever) I was able to admire the scarlett and orange leaves and the drizzly blue mist. Listening to Grandaddy on my iPod (thanks goes out to my sister for donating her old one to me!)as they repeat the line in -He's Simple. He's Dumb. He's the Pilot. "Could you love this world if this world won't love you?". I've confronted that question alot the past, well, past few years actually. Good things have happened, most namely the T and Quebec but hell, there has been alot of crap. This is the first time in quite a while that I've felt the universe doesn't hate me.

I could even appreciate my fellow travellers on the train. I thought to myself: we are all still kids in bigger bodies, wishing we could go back to bed or stay home and play. Usually, when in a crowd, I am thinking only how much humanity reeks of idiocy. Felt different today.

Maybe I won't become a crazy, violent street person after all! I won't end up pushing around a shopping cart of flaming acorns and hurling them at anyone who dared to look me in any one of my eyes (Which I would be believing I had 5 of {how's that for a complicated verb tense?-if you are reading this my Paris dwelling friend, try translating that into french for some grammar fun!-}).

So PARTY AT MY HOUSE! WIHOOO!!! By party I mean - going to bed at 9:30.