saturday/sundaydayfunday

Last night Katya, Felizia and I went to see Julian's art show. Art shows are better while inebriated, as is my experience.

Its nice having Sat/Sun off. As I've mentioned I've been running back to hamilton every weekend for the past while, spending time with my friends out there, seeing family, and working on RedCross stuff. I'm glad I made a conscious effort to stay in Toronto this weekend, I see my buddies during the week but it's nice to have drinks without having to worry about living through work the next day. Katya and Felizia are two of my bestfriends out here, I think I'll do a little profile on each of them soon the way I did for Jenn.

The only failure this weekend was that we didnt make it out to breakfast this morning. I basically spent the day in bed reading and working, going between bed/back deck was grossly relaxing.

Thank Allah for the sunnysundays.

on the negative side of life, i've been having nightmares for the past month. for sooome stupid reason i didnt think to relate that to my steady melatonin intake. wonder drug/nightmare machine. oh well!

Pictures from last night ---

                                    

Pictures of the cats responding to a little warmth ---

We have some douchey british neighours that i want to gas pedal to infinity.

this is their douchey cat, sitting on a stump in a park

a weekend off

im so tired. im glad i opted to stay in tonight. i need to lose the mentality that staying home on a friday night is social disaster. tea, pot, frasier and random scifi novel, not awful.

i do feel guilt about missing a friend's art event in hamilton, but i really needed to stay in toronto this weekend. i think felizia and i might go to an art show tomorrow anyways.

its funny, when you've taken melatonin you're definitely more inclined to ramble.

i walked home today, even though it was a long day.. and a long week without much sleep, the walk is relaxing.
though im out a dslr i do have my iphone. i need to try to remember that its a nifty little device that i can use to steal souls.
i took some pictures today.
this is a boring blog post. oh well.
well, i dont know how to post these in order...

this first picture is a bridge i walk under on my way home i think at.. davisville? i like it

me on lunch, my hair is brown again. yay. that is my little milk crate station, and my nestea zero. i eat in an alley beside about a dozen garbage cans. ive seen rats (only during the garbage strike)

this little hipster gent explains how to exit the bus. i've loved this since i moved to toronto.

I dont know what this building is, but i love it and i wish i lived in it. pictures of it from the side, and into the courtyard from in front of the fence and through the gate into the courtyard. so nice.














other pictures include walk over the broadview bridge, pretty house when you cross some other random bridge, distress centre info on either end of the bridge, and julian petting a giant puppy. im sorry, im too tired to try to oraganise these pictures in a pleasing manner.