No. 86: Things.

Skepticism. Hm.

Things.
What sort of things?

- Hung out with Chandler the last couple of days. Insanity.
- Costco is a black hole in the universe. It's a miracle of the Lord I got out of there alive today.
- Gas prices are ridiculous and I am driving way too much.
- Conviction: not fun. Probably necessary.
- Snow Patrol: nostalgia of the worst kind.
- Nick's coming to visit tomorrow. I think we're going Christmas shopping at Tyson's and venturing about Clarendon, and possibly a Fairfax gallivant to see mah boys.
- I love my mother, but sometimes we do NOT get along and it makes me wish I lived on my own. But then there are times where I feel like I'd die if I couldn't see her all the time and she's the most amazing woman that ever lived (despite being a little impaired).
- "Ghost Story" by Sting, despite being a little hokey, is one of my new favorite songs. The same goes for Matt Kearney's, "Where We Gonna Go From Here?".
- Rufus Wainwright on Saturday. SO excited.
- Pray for my cousin, who is kind of silly and let a circular saw try to eat his foot. Eee.
- I'm more tired than usual. This whole being able to go to bed and wake up whenever I want to thing is sort of freaking me out.
- I miss people. Blah.

H.