Well hello there

For someone who is unemployed I seem to have a hectic schedule sometimes.

Yesterday I met up with L for coffee in Kerrisdale, and then Po for lunch in Kits. Then home. Yoga. Picked up Michael and we went to Costco because my mom gave him a membership for Christmas. I was kind of tired at that point and so Michael suggested I hop in the shopping cart because I was an insulin fit away from lying down on the floor and kicking and screaming. Then we went for dinner back on the North Shore. And then stayed up until 2am watching "Seven Pounds".

We also watched the "Benjamin Button" movie a while ago and were doing a compare and contrast. I didn't really care for "Benjamin Button". I mean, once someone told me the premise I pretty much worked through it in my head so there weren't any surprises. Plus? Brad Pitt does nothing for me.

I preferred "Seven Pounds". I like Will Smith. But Michael said it was just another film showcasing Will Smith in a favourable light, and he's right. He did "Independence Day" and that one about being a survivor after most of the population is wiped out and "Hancock" and all sorts of things that make him seem cool or superhuman: never showcasing him in a negative light. I don't care: I still preferred it.

Then in the middle of the night I kicked Michael (I was sleeping) and he asked me about it the next morning but I didn't have much of a recollection. I guess I didn't kick him too hard, but it's becoming a worrisome trend because when we lived in Kerrisdale I had a dream that I had to kick a door down. I had seen an undercover police officer kick a solid wood door down once: he did it by facing away from the door, holding onto the door jamb, and then kicking it down backwards. Anyways, in my dream I had to really give it to this door. Unfortunately this "door" in real life was Michael's leg. And I've got strong legs. So basically I kicked him like a horse as hard as I could in my sleep that night.

My mom said my dad flailed around a lot in his sleep which is why they slept separately. I really hope I don't become more animated in my sleep as I get older cause I'm afraid Michael might retaliate and smother me.

Oh, another time? I thought the earplugs that I had were edible (I was sleeping) and Michael watched as I pulled one of them out of my ear and put it in my mouth. How awesome is that? So full of waxy goodness.