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Fuck.
I don't know what the fuck.
I've never taken better care of myself.
YET.
I keep getting sick.
I have tonsillitis.
But no m0ney to cure it since they cut my paycheque!
I have to play a show later on tonight.
Therefor I have conceded to taking Ibuprofen.
I don't want to do antibiotics again.
Whats the point of going to New Brunswick if I can't get hammered?
All I did today at work was let tears roll down my face.
I really just want a hug.
Being sick makes me a pathetic blubbering mess.
Fuck.

I had a thought.
When I'm sleeping my brain is being jerk.
It's like it doesn't like the pain of swallowing.
SO.
Therefor I end up with buckets of drool.
How gross is that shit?
I don't feel like fighting anymore.
Or crying.
This blows.

I forgot what it's like to cry when you're sick.
I had snot dripping down my face for a good solid 20 minutes.
I keep thinking about certain things.
I watched Dancer in the Dark, I didn't think it was that great.
I watched Away From Her, I didn't think that was great either.
I spent a lot of time with my back turned to the TV.
I feel so ill, it makes me even more depressed.
My ears are killing me, I can barely swallow my own spit, the chills make my stomach crawl.
Why did I, we, say such hurtful things.
I'm going to sleep, and sleep all day.

I could feel it coming.
And now I'm down with a cold.
I'm also sad.
But you know.
The cold hurts, my throat hurts.
I'm going to hole myself up in my room again.
It was successful the last time.
This time I'm going to rent some films.
I'll spend hours carefully choosing these films.
I like being at Video Difference.
It's fun.
One time, I farted really loudly and everyone looked over.
And I said 'TADA!'
Yeah, Sadastan.

Thursday Scribbler had a show at Gus'.
I waited around the house for my dear sweet Crystal.
And since she was making her way to my end of the world.
I had a party.
Sherry and Dan were the firsts to arrive.
I say party but it was a small gathering of awesome friends.
We listened to a bunch of 45's and had a good time.
After that it was off to the show.
Scribbler's set was great, they have some really sweet tunes going on.
I'm so glad he finally turned that prostitution song into a rocker.
I'd been bugging about that for a year now.
After the show I hung out with Crystal and Marc at Murder.
I had the whole day off Friday.
Mike, Crystal and I watched 2 hours of hilarious youtube none-sense.
Then I hit the old Cerebus, finished another book.
Tony and I are on the same book, which is totally balls.
Tay said he'd bring the first two I missed out on, it'll probably explain some stuff I don't understand.
Dan came home in an impressively good mood.
He humped the Tay for a bit, the usual Friday night excitement.
We ate some shrooms, which did nothing for him but floored me.
I was all over the map.
We went to Charlie's and I tried my best to keep my composure.
Eben was there which is always a fun treat.
He's someone I never get to see enough of.
He walked me home after everyone headed to D-Lips' party.
I decided to hit they hay since I had work in the morning.
But the shrooms had a different idea than I.
I started losing it, I kept getting up about to call what's-his-face.
But then running back into my room at top speed right when I got to the phone.
I spent hours rolling around in bed trying to get the images off the back of my eyes.
I finally made it to bed and managed to wake up in time for work.
I went over to HQs after work and hit the nap train hard.
After that Hulia said she wanted us all to head over to our house.
Dan decided to hit the booze one more time.
Dan, Gary, Tay, Megan and I all hit youtube.
Drunken youtube watching is becoming the new awesome.
Trailer spoofs, picnicface, and GI Joe, oh yeah.
Everyone headed to show but Dan and I got left behind.
We made it down there for 12 just in time for the Moth set.
I got to see some MOB doing their thang.
The Moth set was fucking awesome I danced my face off.
The A/V was one more dance party.
I miss good shows being every weekend, there was time when this was the case.
Afterwards Dan and I got some food at Randy's.
We couldn't make up our minds so zuchinni fingers, onion rings and poutine.
I met Final Fantasy he was chilling with Simon.
I giggled like a school girl the whole way home.
Next morning I sent Dan out for bacon and whipped up some delicious breakfast.
I got some house cleaning in there too.
We had laundry pool again, and I managed to win one game!!!
Oh how proud and excited I was.
Afterwards Crystal and I went to Molly's for food and drinks.
We hit Propeller and then we ended up at Charlie's.
I miss that Crystal, I'm glad she came down this weekend.
Yesterday was Sophia's birthday, she would of been 23.
I heard our favorite song twice that day and when I came home I watched Corina Corina.
I wonder sometimes, if we'd still be friends or if we would drifted apart.

Some say, you lay in the bed you make.
If this is the bed I made.
I wonder.
Every corner is tucked.
Every pillow fluffed.
Yet, it all seems messy.
Like...
When you get in bed.
And one of the sheet corners snaps.
And when that happens.
Where are you?

Fighting with you makes my whole body hurt.
It's always garbage fights and so stupid.
Band practice was a ridiculously awesome time.
I wrote a song about PCP and amputation.
It was Jenny's birthday yesterday!
Shigging was in town and I guess is living here now!
There was a little gathering of people over on North St to celebrate.
Lots of booze and weird make outs.
I somehow managed to leave, go to practice and come back to a better party.
AND THEN.
Managed to convince an entire group of drunks to go to Charlie's.
I won at pool again, Mark scratched on the 8 again.
Too many drugs.
Too much booze.
Too many cigarettes.
Not enough satisfaction.

Tuesday of last week was a mess.
I drank to the limit and insulted some people.
Hopefully I can control myself today.
Wednesday was awesome practice.
We wrote a song about Cerebus the Aardvark.
I have to say it's one of my favorites yet.
It's right easy to remember, I think I have it almost memorized.
Thursday the boys played a show at Gus'.
Dan totally caved and drank his face off.
Eight days of sobriety is pretty impressive.
Well, sort of.
The show was fun, Something Delicious from Moncton played.
They're interesting to say the least.
After the show we all went to HQ.
Tony got right upset with me, but he was just being hammered.
I went over to the neighbors wrapped in a blanket to hang out.
Those 2 boys are pretty funny, I think they were making fun of me.
Gary had Naomi, Neal and Dan over some stir-fry on Friday.
I showed Dan a bunch of my high school pictures.
Friday I got right pissed at some people playing pool.
It's just not fair to sit there with balls racked up and not play for 45 minutes.
Or to line up like 4 sets of quarters and not even be playing.
Especially in a place like Charlie's, I was so pissed.
The next morning it was epic breakfast time.
French toast was agreed upon and a grocery list written.
These elaborate breakfasts really are something.
Lots of planning and intense eating.
I spent the whole day at HQ getting stoned and reading.
I decided to go home and watch Brazil.
Gary, Christoph and Dan decided to watch the movie too.
I was exhausted and fell asleep but I do remember thinking the movie was good.
Those silver flying suits are something else.
The next day I went to Joe's and got more breakfast items.
I made omeletes and savory potatoes for us.
Laundry pool was again in full effect.
I lost all 4 games, congrats on the reigning champion.
Best 2 out of 3... wait I meant 3 out of 5.. wait no, 4 out of 7.
Some really interesting conversation to be had during this tournament.
Berny was playing Robert Johnson covers by Eric Clapton all day.
I spent some time at HQ, drinking and doing the usual.
November 11th marked 12 years since Sophia died.
I did a little crying, did a lot of drinking, lots of other drugs.
Some old Remembrance Day.
Mark's birthday was on the 12th, so he was having a little soiree at his place.
That was exciting, I miss hanging out with my other cool cats.
I watched the Birds with Gary on Monday morning.
We headed over to HQ and I got myself some afternoon delight.
Off to work wear some gangsta called me BIG MAMA and told me 'I might as well just put those right in his face, just prop them up on the counter"
WHAT.
I hung out with Jen after that.
Dan was being lame and went to sleep.
Everyone else headed to R4$s.
We cooked hash and talked about girly girl awesome shit.
SUCKERS.

I do this all the time.
I think of things I want to discuss in the old blog.
Then you know, carry on about life.
Wake up the next day and realize I forgot.
So instead of talking about exciting well thought out ideas.
We'll go for more of the same.
I watched Groundhog's Day with Dan.
I forgot how much I loved that movie.
I want it for Christmas.
When I was a kid I'd watch it 2 or 3 times in a row.
Re-wind, glass of juice, play, re-wind, pee break, play.
Dan and Tony whipped up a delicious breakfast.
I never make breakfast myself I always go out and buy it.
It was a tasty treat.
Alex, Marc, Hoolia and I went to Charlie's after work.
I love that bar, it's so close, sitting around with friends.
On Friday, I swung by Newwave's house.
Him and Venessa were spreading out finger foods.
Delicious cheese bread was served up with chocolate cheese.
I got hammered and headed to band practice.
Which was a total success, I love that band.
Practice is so calm and everybody's usually in a good mood.
Things get done, 3 practices, 3 songs.
The boys and I headed to Charlie's for some beers and pool.
Well, Dan, Gary and Neil aren't drinking for November.
But the rest of us, beer.
Afterwards I went to HQ, Dan started to eat raw potatoes, which I promptly slapped out of his hand.
How do you spell Gerrald?
Anyway, we went to his apartment and talked for hours.
The next morning I got hit by awesome breakfast again.
Oh and some of the best naps ever.
Saturday was 'hurricane' day, it was rainy and windy.
Tay and Meghan showed up soaked.
I started reading Cerebus, which I got hooked by immediately.
I read the entire Church & State 1 in one night.
The next day I ordered nachos for breakfast, which is admittedly disgusting.
I started reading Church & State 2, got about half-way through before laundry-pool.
Pool on Sundays is now a competition, the winner being Laundry-Pool champion.
I am not the holder of said title this week, but next week, I shall have my revenge.
After work I hung out with those Murder house kids.
We watched Hugh run around with those girls in his bathrobe.
Television really captivates me sometimes.
But most of the time I fucking hate it.
Deal.. No Deal is the worst show invented.
And there we have it.
Minus the masturbation, a mundane day to day catalog of the last few days.

Halloween was a total success.
Minus a few things, but nothings perfect right?
I wish I had time to get into it.
But I don't.
Highlight of the evening though.
Dan got on the bar.
And Dave pulled down his pants and underwear.
So there's Dan, pant-less on the bar.
I love my local bartender.
Long live Charlie's.