let's see, i was away for the weekend, so my sleep schedule got derailed. then there's daylight savings time, three weeks early, so i was up until midnight last night (11pm real time) and up at five-thirty this morning (four-thirty real time). no wonder i'm fucking bagged today. PLUS, it's dark again in the morning on my way to work. how much does that fucking suck? i was just beginning to get used to, and enjoy, the daylight commute.
fuck you, george w. bush. FUCK YOU! grr.
sorry, i'm sleepy. the small favour for the day is that it seems to be sunny outside. i don't know about you, but i could use some sunny.
i locked myself out of my apartment last night. i'd gotten home from the island, unpacked, put on my scuzzy housework clothes and gone down to start my laundry so i didn't have to come to work naked. i got back upstairs and went to open my door and... i couldn't. you see, my door has two locks: one deadbolt and one locking doorknob. as a rule, i only lock the deadbolt, except when i go away. then i lock them both. well, i forgot to unlock the knob lock when i got home, so when i closed my door to go downstairs... it locked.
i stood in the hall for a good five minutes wondering what the hell i could do. eventually, i knocked on the door across the hall. those neighbours never hesitate to knock on my door, so i returned the favour. first, they tried their key, which obviously didn't work. then their little girl suggested using a card to break in. so there they were, mom and dad and daughter trying all sorts of different cardboard pamplets and phone cards to break me into my apartment. just about the time i was ready to convince them just to phone the super, the neighbour down the hall came out to retrieve their stroller left in the hall.
he looked at our motley crew and i said "i locked myself out" with what i'm sure was a pathetic voice and even more pathetic expression. next thing i know, he fished his keys out of his pocket, said "i used to be the building manager" and opened my door.
i promise i will never complain about him & wife leaving laundry half-done in the laundry room for days and days and days. well, until i have to move their damp underwear around so i can wash my clothes.
otherwise... i met a really nice couple and their daughter on the ferry friday. then, i ran into the man while grocery shopping the next day. i'm still kicking myself that i didn't ask to take his photo. he had an amazing face i would have loved to capture. oh well. one day i'll get over that, i hope.
tonight, i HAVE to go shopping. i didn't have any bread for breakfast this morning, no sweetener for my coffee and nothing for lunch. it's dire straights in chez hessie. it's very, very sad indeed.
Uh, isn't that sort of creepy, he just happens to be carrying around your key in his pocket all the time?!
(By the way, how did George Bush end up governing Canada's time changes? It's weird enough he pulled it off here. I'm mostly bummed that the change in the fall means we'll have to go trick or treating in the light (or wait until ridiculously late) now!)
i can't be bothered worrying about security in my building. i lock my doors and i have insurance. i'm covered as much as i can be.
the official line is that because of the "interdependency of canada's economy with the US" it only makes sense that we, too, switch our DST to match, so we're not out of sync for six weeks of the year. bleh.
Oh, I wasn't imagining him stealing from you, more like you coming home early one day and finding him in your underwear holding his little dog, Precious, while admiring himself in your mirror...