shinyPlasticBag

Hello. Regarding the paucity of updates during the last two days, I provide my apologies. The good news is that Simon is here and hasn’t gotten so freaked out by us that he wants to leave yet. Yay! Plus, Aussie “lollies” are good, too. All went well with the bedroom that Maazer worked on so much, and Simon has had his first donair. Sometime soon, poutines will get thrown in. Yay^2!

Nick lent me his scanner tonight, so I can finally get to moving my old 1999 journals into a more mallable digital form. Most of them, I daresay, will not be public, but some of the more amusing entries may be. Looking back on them, I find them fairly hilarious, because a) I have changed so much, and b) I haven’t changed at all. Life’s funny like that sometimes. I also recently discovered a collection of funny moments on IRC, from late 1998. Some are hilarious, some are totally geeky, and some of the jokes are so inside that I’ve completely forgotten what made them funny in the first place. Life’s also funny like that sometimes.

Today (and by today, I mean June 21st, which is ever-so-technically yesterday) marked the fourth anniversary of my car accident. I can’t believe how time has flown by — I feel like I was sixteen yesterday. More accurately, the years of my life feel more like days…yesterday I was nineteen, the day before I was eighteen, and so on. If I ever get some sort of crazy Kurzweilian brain implant, I’m going to have a lot of fun reminiscing. I have no idea if I spelled that right.

Anyway, I’m going to go to bed, since it’s somewhat late and I don’t want to have another day of waking up at twelve. It’s not really as fun as it used to be.