Wednesday, July 30, 2008

it is four freaking thirty in the morning and i cannot sleep again. i have already taken my second valerian but the goddamn seagulls are cryin their heads off. and my mind is sorting out my computer files, downloading pictures for my theoretical show with shirley jackson, packing and shipping my doubled things, transferring bank accounts, and let's not even get started on the byproduckts of moving. i added the extra k there for humour. did i mention that i am completely surrounded by canadians? that sounds like a robbery.