1/ buy food
2/ eat it
3/ pick up dog
4/ work on website(s)
5/ make dinner
6/ eat it
7/ watch weeds season finale and hopefully a few episodes of the office
8/ sleep in own bed.
9/ post pros/con's list about returning to Australia.

I am on hour one of my requested 24hrs to think period.

I am wearing a flannel pyjama top covered in cookie-pictures. It's really funny looking. It's 8:09 am, but that is not necessarily accurate because my computer has been possessed by satan and refuses to behave normally.

I woke up at 6:00am ready for dinner. Sadly there was one old bagel and a granola bar available for me to eat, so now that I have worked for two hours I am going to the diner and the IGA in that order.

So I finally updated my Flickr. Why? Because I am supposed to be doing my taxes.

Anyways, here they are;

Korean and home

The important thing to note is that the casino was far from the city proper so if you get the sense these photos were taken by someone who was stranded on a desert island full of slot machines, you basically have the right idea.

Also because I like to fuck with your head, some of these pictures are from my home, and one is from the wilds of Pointe Claire.

These are my favorites:

The compound, um, I mean casino

Well, see there's some new work coming down the pipes (maybe) so I thought the ol' site needed some snazzing up.

Also I was getting sick of my overgrown vine on the left side there. In fact, speaking of vines, I have a s++tload of houseplants that are growing like gangbusters over here, and if anyone would like a cactus or an aloe plant to take home and love please let me know.

What else?

I was working on my thesis proposal or as I refer to it lately, "the albatross" at a cafe yesterday and a guy next to me started clipping his nails. In the cafe. I don't think I am overly picky about things like neatness and decorum, but listening to someone's nails falling onto a table surface in a public venue. Not to mention that the noise of nail cutting is in itself, disgusting. I had to leave.

I just realized I am a communications student and I don't have the category communications in my blog how embarrassing...

It's quite late and my eyes feel gummy. Just before turning in I was noodling around on Facebook and found my classmate Dallas's blog. I hadn't read it before so I spent a little time catching up on what the MA media studies 2008 - 2009 cohort is doing without me this semester. Apparently it's naked candy porno parties and skating trips.

I love finding the blogs of people who I know in life. It's like walking into someone else's closet; "You hang your clothes like that? really so much plaid." It's polite and intimate all at the same time. Permissible snooping.

So I had an awesome positive meeting with the people from work today (yip!) and then pissed of my volunteer coordinators (boo).
It's been that kind of week, highs and lows in such quick succession it makes my head spin.

The temperature is in on the game. In 4 days it's gone from thick snow covering the city to +11 and everyone's doing the poopoo-dance on the sidewalk. Including my dog, except she does the smelling/tasting/rolling in it like a maniac dance which is more disgusting.

I had insomnia worrying about the meeting which actually turned out to be great. So now I am tired, and I have a guest coming tomorrow, who sadly has missed all the snow he would have so enjoyed, and I am only mildly panicking about his arrival. Also mildly panicking about the stuff I ought to have finished before he arrives and how I will doubtless only complete 50% of it.

Sometimes when I am very busy and get into a (painful at times) groove of working like a maniac I lose sight of my own health or the level of effort I am putting into something, which may or may not be exploitive.

Then I find myself at the point of being overwhelmed by work and I have to ask myself - What part of what is overwhelming me is something I brought on myself and if so, how can I take responsibility for having undertaken too much.

I am learning though that I also ought ask; what part of what is causing me painful stress is the result of a lack of support/ miscommunication between my employers and I.