I am so done with this month...

For the first time in a very long time, I want to run away and join the circus. Not because I don't like my job, but because even if I still wouldn't have time to do laundry, at least I would be not doing laundry somewhere else.

I'm sort of generally unhappy lately, and I keep having dreams in which I'm definitely still myself, but there's something trivial wrong with the body I'm in. Sometimes it has scars I know I don't have, or has more piercings in its ears than I do. Last night I had somebody else's belly button.

I know how this could all get better, but it's not gonna happen in December. There just isn't enough of December for that. So I've got two more weeks, and if I live through them, things should start to turn around again.

a less depressing post

This cracked me up all over the place:

"Everything in Canada is in Vancouver, except when it's in Toronto, in which case it's in Pittsburgh."

( Yes, it does make sense... )