Shut Up & Write

You love it. You loathe it.
Either way, you can't help yourself. You are one of us.
(You are also a masochist. But that's OK.)

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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

August 16, 2007

Now back to our program...



A little break never hurts.

Was actually in Nova Scotia for a bit -- enjoying fresh air (scandalous!), good food (my mother rules) and hangin' with the fam. And this year had an extra special guest... Chris actually came to Nova Scotia for the first time. He might have had a better time if his trip didn't involve a visit to the emergency ward.

Seems little towns don't have walk-in clinics. And nothing makes you feel like a big wanker like sitting in the emergency waiting room -- surrounded by actually unwell people -- for an inner ear infection. Fortunately, the staff were all very nice and we got through quickly. And Chris decided to donate his cold to me. Lovely indeed. So combined with the seasonal allergies and still-recovering throat (mmm, bruised laynx from unfortunate encounter with wooden deck railing), I am... well, I'm a mess.

Hiding out. That's me.

Besides, with a number of friends in the "out (because they're basically bastards)" bin and a couple of friends in the "out of country" bin, my social calendar is a little quiet at the moment anyway. Just as well.

Hmm. What else is new? Am missing out -- possibly even as I write this -- on a friend's wedding in Vegas. I do so want to go (they're being married by an Elvis impersonator!), but the finances are sulking more than usual, and I couldn't quite find the cash to head down for a couple of days.

Otherwise, I'm doing OK. Still a little heartbroken from some ended friendships, but I've made tiny peace offerings to no avail. And frankly, I'm pretty much done with trying to fix shit all of the time. I've spent my entire life walking on eggshells, gauging moods and trying to keep the peace.

And I realize that some people just can't be bothered. So while I'm a little unhappy, there's very little I can do. I would like -- for once -- someone else to walk up and say, "hey, can we talk about this?" or "what's going on?"

But they won't. And I guess I just have to get used to other people's apathy. Ca, c'est la vie.

Kind of a morose return, huh? I'll be better next time. Promise.

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