Today was a far too idyllic today. I didn't do anything in particular, but I was successful at the stuff that I did, which, when you can't actually chew, is a pretty good thing. (I think that sentence deserves an E for effort; but clearly, my brain has begun to atrophe since school let out on the 8th.)

In good (or at least interesting) news, I will be doing some guestblogging in the next week at dust from a distant sun. This will be exciting for me, as it exemplifies everything I wish that this journal was--witty, informative, consistent, focussed. So check that out, if you're interested, at all.

I ate actual food today. It was good. Sort of. The whole 'chewing' thing is still pretty difficult, but apparently it's okay to swallow bites of pizza whole. I tried to eat salad too but wasn't as successful. I should be back in the saddle in no time.

Kitana came over to hang out and we had a blast. We got slushies from the convenience store, which felt great on my poor cheeks, and watched Life As A House. I was pleasantly surprised by this movie. I expected it to be little more than an American Beauty rip-off, but it actually had a certain amount of depth and sensitivity to it despite its acute awareness of everything that happened in American Beauty. And Scott Bakula was in it! (Though he's more commonly known in my head as Captain Quantum, from his recent work on Enterprise).

Why do I have these silly, pointless entries? Shouldn't I have gotten a life long before now? I want to go back to North Bay rock city, as I seem to have left my heart (and all my pants except for two pairs) there. And I wouldn't mind having my pants back. :)

Apparently as many as sixteen of my co-workers are willing to be cross the picket line on Monday. This is really surprising to me, and indeed, a little discouraging. I hope something turns up for me soon--I really have little to no desire to return there. Many of my favourite people are gone already or will be leaving soon, and on a more cowardly level, I know quite a few of Gravity Man's friends will be working there, creating an extra level of awkwardness. Bah. I'm hopeful that most of the 'mutual friends' will remember that they like me for who I am, not who I was dating, and as such will manage to be civil to me. I'm 95% sure that this will be the case, but as always I'm preparing for the worst.

My cheeks are still as jowly as all get out, and my chin could give Jay Leno a run for his money.

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