Dear women: I'm sorry. I'm not sure what exactly I'm apologizing for but I'm sure I did something. So take your shot so we can move on. Please. Jay said something last night that both amused and distressed me: 1 or 2 it's coincidence, 3 or 4 is a pattern, 5 or 6 and you should have realized it's probably YOUR fault. So I guess I'm apologizing because it my fault? Maybe? Screw it.

I hate hate hate being sick. I missed out on Dad's birthday stuff, Trish's birthday stuff, a shift I needed at work, and getting my phone junk figured out so I can call people. Urgh. Liver I haven't forgotten about the call I owe you! I'm working on it.

Not to say I didn't do anything while I was sick, mind you. Herbert and I watched an assload of movies (assload = a small selection watched multiple times...I think). I found a copy of Constantine I didn't know I had. I cheered like a schoolboy, and then watched it everyday I was sick. 4 times if anyone's counting. I don't know why I love the movie so much, especially since after multiple viewings the plot holes and inconsistencies become really obvious. I just have this thing about Angels and Demons. And not just the Dan Brown book. Oh and Passive, damn but I love Passive. If I found a bar that played Passive I'd never go anywhere else.

Met back up with Darth Frankenstein. That was quite the pleasant surprise. He lives nearby and he's been helping me with workout and training goals and ideas, and despite my recent track record I've been giving him girl advice. He also wanders with music. Too bad he's in Toronto during the year and doesn't like facebook or msn.

Was slightly surprised and flabbergasted at work when one of my (very awesome) co-workers told me she read this after I posted the link. The link was meant for a specific person, but I figured why not go balls out and see who's interested. Turns out that's more people than I expected. I admit I panicked for a second or two, but that turned into a more contemplative process real quick fast and in a hurry.

I'm still not posting any of my stories though. This blog is for me and by me, it keeps me sane. It's an unpolished transcription of my very pronounced internal dialogue. But my "real" writing is a lot different. Maybe if I actually make a sale and get published "for real" instead of in online e-zines for next to nothing. I just don't have enough faith in my stories to show them to people whose opinions I care about. I'm worried I won't have much time for anything other than this blog and schoolwork come September and I don't like the idea. I'd still love to work on my writing but school has to take priority.

Anywho, that's me. Not sick and being productive!