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Okay, fun new quirk of my brain: waking up ten minutes before my alarm clock. It’s like I’m suddenly psychic or something.

Yeah. I really hate it. Since I am so very not a morning person, having the last few minutes of sleep get ruined by my own predictive powers is a bit of a downer. It’s not fun being in bed, knowing that you have to get up in ten minutes. I’d just get up then, except I’m scared it’d gradually lead to me waking up another ten minutes earlier, and then another, until all of a sudden I’m waking up before I go to bed. Blah. Stupid mornings!

Anyway, other than my annoyance with my own weirdnesses, not much is going on in my world. Last Sunday was Canada Day, which was pretty much a non-event for me — I spent the day cleaning out the shed and cleaning up the bedrooms from the previous few days home improvement efforts (which mainly involved putting trim down in my room, finally). I did get to go to the fireworks, though, which was fun, and Joey had a barbecue the next day down at his place, so things worked out alright.

Katie and David have moved into their new place, thus prompting me to totally panic about having not found a place yet (where by “not found a place” I mean “not started looking”). I’m bafflingly irresponsible sometimes. It’s a nice apartment on a quiet street, and it’s a really short walk down to the ferry terminal, so they’re set. Plus, there’s a plumbing supply wholesaler just down the street — what more could you ask for? Personally, I’m still trying to decide where I want to live. I think I’m just going to start lookng (ha) and see where random chance takes me. Such strategies have worked well for me in the past, after all.

Anyway, Alex just shared this gem with me: the re-united Spice Girls. Posh REALLY looks like she used to be a boy. Take a gander.