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Last night I intended to go home and write a report I had to write after rehersal. Several hours later, I noticed that Beth had had just about as much luck as I had doing her schoolwork. We should have just eaten french toast instead. And, an hour later, we were. Better late than never, I wish we had figured that out earlier; it would have been better for my sleep schedule. However, these things are hard to predict.
The next morning I was again staring uselessly at some work that needed to be done. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other. My mother's words remind me that I just need to start and these things will finish themselves. I touch base briefly with a continued lover's spat that spans two people who are very dear to me. I reach out again, this time through telephone wires to my beloved faux sibling, and we decide that some quality "family time" is in order. Sweet Cherubim, Zertz, cat sitting, and hours of transit later, we part ways.
Alone again, I miss Dominique. I know it's only been a week, but Halloween already feels like ages ago and when I saw her was before that. My brother is to leave, perhaps indefinitely, to Winterpeg early Monday morning, having just finished his float-plane rating. The word of the day is balls. He's not travelling to employment, or perspective employment, but instead the possibility of getting a job that leads to the possibility of a pilot's job. After two years or some such madness.
I'm going to try and make the family go away din din on Sunday night, after the religious experience that is dreadlock maintenance. Hopefully between now and then I'll get all the school work I need to get done done.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Wolf Parade - Modern World
Currently Eating: Cucumber and Cream Cheese