Last night my feeling were hurt all over. Without getting into details, I just had a hard time with life and the things that happen in it sometimes. I felt like a wounded puppy dog, with a dash of lunatic stirred in. It was hard to understand logic and reason, but it was harder still when I woke halfway through the night and spent 3 hours in the in-between stage of sleep and not sleep. Those hours are filled with anything but reason and I tried hopelessly to pull myself back on track with no prevail. It's completely futile when you're in that halfway world.

Well I succumbed to hours of festering and tossing and turning until I finally fell asleep. And once asleep I had a beautiful vivid dream that completely made me feel better. It was a dream of good outcome to the situation that upset me and even knowing that it was only a dream and what happened in reality still existed, I felt so much better. Isn't it strange how influential dreams can be on our moods.

Today I walked by a very stylin' guy. Shaggy red hair, skinny turquoise pants and orange shoes. He dropped something before we passed and the other guy behind him picked it up and ran over to return it. Then I passed him and saw a folded $10 bill on the ground. Assuming it was his I yelled out and he came over to get it. He said that he was glad there were honest people in the city.

People, loosing money from your pockets is a risk you take when your pants are too tight.

Well, I felt glad that he got all his money back.

And I'm glad that there are honest people in the city too.

I've decided that since this day will never happen again, maybe I could write about it...so here goes...


I unhappily trudged my way through slush and snow banks to make it to work on time. It was a busy day at the restaurant which is great but I got cranky because the cash register wasn't working and the till had no change in it save for a few dimes. It's not ideal to have to pull your own wallet out to make change while a customer patiently waits.

After work I went to anthropologie and bought 4 bright coloured bowls on sale for $1.95 each (!!) and had chest pains at all the purrty dresses and earrings I want so bad. I wondered if I were really rich, would it be fulfilling to buy everything I wanted and spend every moment wearing awesome dresses. I decided I was happier pining after them and once in a while scoring a great find on sale. I am pleased with my mature take on this. It won't last long.

Later for dinner I went to my sisters and we made tacos. We were happy to discover that hard shell tacos have evolved and stand on their own with their new flattened bottom. It's about time.

I bought wool and started a baby blanket for an expecting friend. Light grey was the best non-gender colour I could find.

I watched this video and I think I love it.