Up at seven on a Sunday. That’s A.M. Instantly regrettable. Scratchy throat, drippy nose.. nuuuggghhhets. Sipping mint tea with honey and staring out forlornly at the morning. Yellow leaves swaying against a violet sky. Very nice. The very least this morning could do is be pretty for me. I love people watching from my fourth floor window, but on Sunday mornings there are no people to
spit on observe. From up here I just get the impression of hats and large breasts anyway.
The big news of the week is that my parents sold the Barrie house and bought one in Elliot Lake! Lightning bloody fast. I haven’t seen the new place yet but it has a path from the backyard to the lake and a back porch so that’s really all I need to hear. Well done, folks.
Going to head over to see my fluish corpse of a boyfriend and bring him out into the sunshine for the first time this week. My official task is to provide breakfast and to cushion his decent when he topples over like an old woman named Nelly. Pray to any and all gods for my safe return.
Curtis Mayfield – Move On Up
Blondie – I Know But I Don’t Know