Because if we hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to see that advert for a CANCER DRUG
at 5am this morning - lots of people going, "I'm ready" [for my chemo],
and a comforting voice-over urging the cancer-ridden viewer to ask
their doctor if whateverthedamnthingwascalled is right for them.
I always thought North America was fucked up; now I have proof.
Sorry about the recent lack of blogging, by the way. I'm still
having trouble sleeping (hence my availability to be sold cancer
medicine to at odd hours of the morning) and am not currently at my
brightest and best. However, I'm having another crack at the
Learn to Run course starting this morning and have signed up for
another 4 weeks bootcamp, 5 nights a week, from Monday and I defy
anybody to remain sleepless in the face of daily, relentless
exercise. Roll on oblivion and hamstrings of steel.
Bloody hell fire - our holiday to Mexico may not have been our best ever, but it could have been a whole lot worse:
This is the course that Hurricane Emily is predicted to take; we were
right in its path just south of Cancun on the exposed Yucatan Peninsula.
Today I spent the afternoon sitting on the sofa eating curry, (a
perilous undertaking as well as a slatternly one since our sofa is
white but happily no nasty yellow skootches have resulted) drinking
Granville Island beer, reading the new Harry Potter and realising that
I've been making a terrible omission recently. What with all the
hoo-ha about the job, money, bad news from home and the mixed feelings
that came with the one year anniversary of our arrival in Canada, I've
been forgetting to have fun. D'oh!
Well, that was the shortest job I've had in a while... Yes, sadly, the much hoped-for First Canadian Job turned out to be a bit of a nightmare, all in all...
Just spent rather an evil week feeling totally out
of it, jelly-legged, energyless - kind of the way you feel when you're
just getting over really bad flu. I've noticed that I often feel
like this after I've been on a flight of any length (Mexico was 5 and a
half hours each way) and there doesn't seem to be much I can do to
prevent it - anyone have any tips other than vitamin C and copious
water drinking?
In other news, my tan has gone already, I tried rollerblading yesterday
and was nearly sick with fear, and we have had our cable tv
reconnected. Felt very
out of the loop during the trouble in the UK in last few days and
wanted BBC World News back, circumscribed though it is. Have also
missed things like Wimbledon and Live 8. So, 200+ channels of
trash ahoy, again, although we'll mostly be too busy to watch it.
Tomorrow I start my new job - eeek, how nervous? Haven't worked
for a year, and this is full time. My office is in Chinatown
though, which is cool, and it will be good to get back to some kind of
professional status.
Final news flash: as I checked my email yesterday I was eating a piece
of toast with ginger marmalade and at one point formed the distinct
impression that a cube of ginger had made an escape bid, (toast just
felt that little bit lighter) although I couldn't find it to verify my
hunch. Turns out I was right - the cable guy found it stuck to
the socket this morning as he was checking all the connections.
Embarrassing, but I was glad to see it anyway. I don't like those
little mystifiying pieces of the universe that go AWOL without
explanation.
First in a new occasional series, designed to help you guard against those sartorial faux pas.
The bolero cardigan: No.
Just got up and read news of the London bombings. Can't really form anything coherent to say; I'm too shocked, but if there is a hell I know who will end by burning in it, and it's not the innocent people who happened to be on the Tube and bus this morning.
§ ¶That would be more impressive had you not been genetically blessed with a flat headAbsolutely knackered. Had trouble sleeping in Mexico (choice between unbearably hot and humid room or unbearably freezing and loud air-conditioned room) and have not managed to catch up since. I'll attempt to describe the week briefly below, though, and check out the photos in the link to the right - yes, all 15 of them. We're not the world's most prolific snappers, I'm afraid.
(more) § ¶I Love Giraffes and Number 2's!Managed to check my email once while we were in Mexico - glad I did
because one message CONTAINED A JOB OFFER!!! Almost exactly a
year after arriving in Canada I am finally gainfully employed, and it's
a good job too. Not great money, but not bad either; I really
liked the company and the people when I went for the interview and I
have an impressive dual job title: Office Manager/Job Shop Co-ordinator.
Very tired today after pretty nasty flight back yesterday (charter
flight - mustardy Montreal smoked meat sandwich for the meal, fair
amount of turbulence, deadly uncomfortable seat, hot, people
incessantly eating Pringles very loudly at close quarters, films were Sahara and Hitch) so will save entry on Mexico for tomorrow, but here's a picture of the Caribbean Sea to be going on with:
