I thought that illicit wine would make me feel more badass, as well as more classy, than it did. I suppose that the classiness is rather diminished by the fact that it's in a glass which has nothing resembling a stem, and also that it's mixed with orange juice. The badassery is diminished by the fact that I'm drinking it home alone, and also that it's mixed with orange juice. Still, I sipped it as I watched a foreign film. I was wearing mismatched fuzzy socks and a warm sweater. It was kind of nice, even if I was putting off a billion things and it would really come around to smack me. I wonder if that's the kind of stuff I'll miss when I'm out of the house.
I want to start writing poetry again. I showed up at a writing group at the library one day and all of these super-talented teenagers were reading their poetry for critique. It made me remember how awesome words are at stuff. I'll try to write more. Maybe post stuff.
Here's a picture. I'm in a window tubey thing in a subway station in Toronto. I like exploring the city a lot.
I just realized that I'm writing at the level of a third grader right now. That means that I should go.
Now I'm about to have one of the busiest weeks of my life. I will explain it during the week or immediately after the week is over, but I have work to do.