monday morning, so far, has been like any work day following a vacation that felt way too short.
alarm at 7am… snoozed until 8.
fresh laundry … never folded… wrinkle fest til noon.
shoei helmet for the scoot… bad hair for the rest of the day.
missed breakfast… substituted with coffee.
but i can’t complain because this is the last week of classes, and i’m enjoying the looming stress that comes with the mad scramble to salvage my grades before it’s too late. this stress could have been avoided if i had worked all thanksgiving break, but that wouldn’t be very interesting, now would it?
so let’s talk about my fantastically interesting thanksgiving weekend festival.
one major activity was finishing the move. the boxes are cleared. the old apt is clean. the key is turned in. moore blvd is behind me, except for my security deposit which may or may not be returned in full thanks to that fucking goddam no good ficus tree. maybe someday i’ll break into it before they tear down the house..
Broke into the old apartment
Forty-two stairs from the street
Crooked landing, crooked landlord
Narrow laneway filled with crooks
This is where we used to live
Why did they pave the lawn?
why did they change the locks?
Why did I have to break it, I only came here to talk
This is where we used to live
How is the neighbour downstairs?
How is her temper this year?
I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun
I know we don’t live here anymore
We bought an old house on the Danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
I’m happy here
But this is where we used to live
Broke into the old apartment
Tore the phone out of the wall
Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableaux
I want them back
thanksgiving day was pretty wild. after the move, tim and i, who were not on the ball whatsoever despite our strict schedule, had a snack followed by chips and queso and pizza while we watched the Farm Aid 2003 Highlight show on PBS. it was highly disappointing. when they announced dave matthews band, the only band member who was there was dave matthews, stoned out of his mind, plaing solo. then billy bob thorton sang this terrible song about being desparate and i can’t get it out of my head it’s driving me crazy i’m going to eat my face before the day is done.
on friday, i observed buy nothing day. this was a little hard because i’d been thinking that i really need to get a bedside table. with a drawer. but furniture is expensive. then i started thinking about building my own even though the table i built for tim and i at harris park sucked. then this made me think that building a table would be much easier if i had a table saw. and if i had a table saw, i could adjust my bed frame. but table saws cost money, too. so at the end of the day, i don’t have a saw, or a bedside table. woe is me. my life is hard.
so i stayed in friday night to unpack and put up some hideous shelves in my kitchen.
saturday night i caught up with Dave L. from Assram at the Draughthouse. i had intended for the trip to be brief, but are beer outings ever brief? sheri and joel ended up coming by, and tim ended up drinking too much. it was a lot of fun and i enjoyed having a bit of Churbana in my presence.
last night i attempted to make pizza from scratch. disaster was almost had between transfering the pizza from the peel to the pizza stone. it was pretty tasty but the crust was incredibly thick. this week i might try to master thin crust. i’m going to chicago soon and it’s going to be cold so i better put on some insulation before i get there.
don’t see the movie “the quiet american”. it’s terrible.
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