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i haven't gone to work for 4 days, because i have bronchitis now, and look like a scary scary zombie monster from buffy. it's been exciting, the staying home part, except for the caughing up green sludgy mucous in amounts that seem humanly impossible, and the not sleeping part is sucky too, and also, the sore red part on my nose from blowing it too much, that part sucks also. and yes, i am being a missus pouty pants about the whole thing! i'm pretty sure if i don't go to work tomorrow, i'm more or less fired, so, i guess it's time to suck it up, buttercup...

sometimes, i take my hair dryer, and heat up my bed sheets before snuggling in with a good book and Catbus....

silent night....

all i wanted for christmas was a day off work to sleep, which i got, ironically, in the form of a throat infection, resulting in the loss of my voice. I also lose out on the annual hay ride in Clive, and getting to be a drunken smart-ass for a night. ah-well, lesson learned, i suppose, be careful what you wish for and all that.

In other news, i'm getting the 'i know how to do everything at work now, and they're starting to make me be responsible" blues, that inevitably mean i shall be quitting my job in search of that decidedly greener grass i can see just beyond the fence there. I think my problem is that i get bord and dissilusioned once i figure everything out, so i think i need an occupation that is just to big for me to figure out completely... or maybe I should just start fake tanning again... on a similar note, a west-jet flight attendant came into work the other day, and mentioned that they really are so short staffed that they called her and several other flight attendants in to cover tha baggage handling.... this is intrigueing. I can see myself working the night shift, driving those silly trollies, swigging coffee that tastes like burnt socks out of a dented chrome travel mug. yes, the more i paint this picture, the more i think i like it! plus, i'd get to wear reflective pants, and snoop through people's luggage.

oh the things we do....

i miss my family... already....

i have become a shut-in, anti-social, leper (not leprichaun). I am emerging, now, but only just a little, like an alligator poking it's eye balls above the murkey water to see wuz-zup. anyhoo... Finally saw Bees and Erin again! they are so lovely! Erin looks like snow white now, with her new hair! And Bees and I are neighbours! well, practically. She's almost a full fledged bo-ho, except that her english accent, even from Grimsby, makes her far too classy a lass for Bowness. yes, i may be speaking jibberish right now....

Jess had a party, and I made brownies, and got drunk off wine, and had a good time, and bonded with Gretchen the cat, who has the cutest cutey cute cute toe hair! so cute! oh Gretchen, you know not your beauty! ...right...

uuumm... i'm pretty sure Dawn and Kelly have left me in the back closet of their lives with the over due recycling and old dusty linens.. perhaps this is a well deserved punishment for my mis- behaviour....

Christmas eve is ruined! no it's not, actualy, but plans changed again... is it rude to invite yourself to christmas dinners at the last minute, when you promised to be present at other christmas eve dinners, but had to change plans because of someone elses real life tragedies? I'll just bring some wine then...

as for the boy.... i think i am currently suffering from what i have dubbed Lisa Syndrome (not because of Lisa per se, but because a person named Lisa pointed said syndrome out, having lived through it herself...) Lisa syndrome is essesntially this: One is stuck in a relationship that, while fullfilling all the appropriate requisites, still lacks that special "whatever". The boy fills the appropriate boxes (coloured in full, with a #2 pencil) but there's just no spark, or whatever. He sang a song on my voice mail, a full song, and played guitar and everything. girls are supposed to fall for that, aren't they? maybe i'm broken. well, yes, i'm definately a little cracked, but still functional. really. ask frenchie. essentially, i'm an aries, and want everything to be a challenge, and when things are easy i make them difficult, so at the end of it all i can roar in triumph, or do that great "i just climbed all these stairs" dance from Rocky. yes. but, then again, things unfold however they do, and it will be what it will be, which is my way of completely ignoring the problem, because in the end, i'm pretty sure i wont be the one most hurt. which, yes indeed, makes me a bad person.

on the career front, looking into being a baggage handler at the airport. there is apparently a grave shortage of said luggage engineers, and the position is rumoured to be quite lucritive.... indeed!

more to come soon!

XOXOXOXOX

Bill's wife Barbara, you make good cupcakes!

with jujubes on top!
can't talk now, must spend every second with dearest family while they are in town.
i am still alive. will blog more later.