Hermitude

Mood: sedated
Music: Faith Hill - Breathe

I am turning into a hermit.

...I have graciously declined my invite to the old Drama Council BBQ. That's the kind of thing you have to be in a mood for - and I'm not in the mood. I've decided to be the Canadian in the little UN (United Neurotics) of ours and just stay the hell out of the cursed drama for once. It's good for my brain.

And also. The London thing sucks. It makes me nauseous, for real. I'm hypersensitive. But kudos to Karen and her mom, they're great! Her mother, of course, like all mothers from the golden age thinks that a terrorist attack on Canada is now imminent. So Karen, sagelike as she always is (I LOVE this girl) calmly explains; "It's just as they were thinking about withdrawing from the war - bomb the Brits and they bomb Iraq! And we're not even in the war anyways, see - we're with the terrorists!"

Ha ha!

(fin)