I'm sick, and I can't sleep.  Not a big fan of snot.  Neither is my consciousness, which wishes it could take a break right now.

But hey, whatcha gonna do.

Since my last update, I worked with Julia again (27th).  I like catching up with her after a number of weeks pass, it's nice.

On the 28th, I hurried off from work to visit Jeff in Toronto.  I missed the 9:40 (?) bus by moments...had to wait an hour for the next (and final) one.  Ridiculous.  My bus driver ended up being awesome.  Highlights:  "we're not driving around sack of potatoes," [big corner at a relatively high speed] "WEE!!!" - and also, he had a very interesting way of rolling around his cigarette in his fingertips, and examining it, excitement strangled beneath his pupils as he imagined smoking it soon.  A girl on the bus asked to sit beside me, and offered me some of her tortilla chips.  They were the salsa + cream cheese flavored kind.  So good.  We talked right up until her stop.  Exchanged e-mail addresses...I should add her, hm.  Forgot about that.

Jeff and I dinked around on campus for a bit.  I was so glad he was still waiting for me - he looked concerned when I finally got there.  Understandable!  It was good to see Mandy that night, too...she's been teaching some adorable kids, that's for sure.  Cat pictures = hilarious and awesome.  Jeff and I watched the whole first season of Ali G. and I slept on his couch.  One of the cats was clawing the top of the couch when I woke up once.  Two others were fighting (or loving?) each other when I woke up another time.  The next, two were on the table, one licking the other (SO CUTE).  The last time I momentarily awoke, one was watching me sleep (apparently Mandy saw two of them watching me, before she left for work).  Ohhh man.  Hilarious!

I checked my e-mail that morning, for the first time in days.  Realized I had to go back to Hamilton for a rehearsal that day.  Sucked.  We met Mandy on campus for lunch.  I nearly missed my bus back to Hamilton, but I got there in more than enough time.  Allison was on the bus, holy crap!  So awesome to see her.  Kiran got on at a later stop, so weird!  Strange odds.

Rehearsal was alright, save for almost passing out from the sun.  Stupid sun.

I wanted to visit Darby on the 29th but my dad never returned my phone calls for me to come home, at all.  Methinks he didn't check the machine...

That night, I went to the Casbah lounge to watch Joel perform.  Within maybe half an hour of being there, I drank three tall glasses of water.  After Valery Gore performed, I raced to the main room to use the washrooms.  On my way out, a boy I passed asked where I was going.  "Back to the lounge, my friend Joel is playing," I said.  He asked why I wasn't sticking around for the show.  Our show, he said.  "Who's we?" I asked.  "Spookey Ruben," he replied.  I'm a douche.  He's their drummer.  I told him I hadn't paid.  He told me to stick around, and if anyone gave me trouble, to refer them to him.  Awesome.  His name is Adam.  Very nice boy!  I told him I actually wanted to see them play, but I was broke.  We also, at one point, discussed their merch.  My brokeness came up again.  He offered me a CD case, jokingly, not expecting me to take him seriously I think.  I said I'd like one.  He laughed, and gave me one.  Free Spookey Ruben!  Such cute music.  I loved it.  Surprisingly empty crowd.  Hamilton = jerks sometimes, haha.  Returned to the lounge to catch the second half of Joel's set.  He's such a talented boy, that one.

Worked an assload the following few days.

I was supposed to return to Toronto on Friday, to see Apostle Of Hustle + Feist for free.  However, the Casbah (main room) was freezing, and I caught a bit of a cold.  Sucked.  Watched movies all day instead.  I would've preferred the show, but hey.

Saturday night, I think I...went downtown with Melissa, and met up with Phil for bubble tea and boardgames.  Stupid sick + memory.  I'm pretty sure that was Saturday night.

Sunday, I joined several cast members to celebrate Sophie's birthday at Snooty Fox.  Sunday = karaoke, woo!  I sang...something (GRRR!) early in the night, and later sang The Tide Is High.  So good.  So fun!  I missed Ari-Up and I feel like a mega-douche for that one.  I'll be kicking myself for a while on that one.

Yesterday I woke up feeling like death.  Ridiculously fucking sore throat, clogged head, headache, tummyaches, everything.  Medicated myself a bunch.  Watched a movie, paused it about halfway through.  Woke up maybe an hour later and watched the rest.  Zach called me and asked me to come in early.  Sucked.  Did it.  Heather shared some freezies and toffees.  Started feeling miraculously better!  Went for a walk through Cootes with Phil after work.  Next time, we don't rely on sparklers for light, hahaha.  Also, I am covered in bug bites.  We're geniuses sometimes, I tells ya.

Today I woke up feeling pretty crappy again, but not as terrible as yesterday.  I ran some errands, did some chores, and had a bath.  Felt pooey, but alright.  Began getting ready for worked.  Sneezed uncontrollably all night.  My nose hurts.  A lot.  Planned on bubble tea with Steve tonight, but we got pitas instead.  Blabbed about movies for a while.  Came back here.  He almost forgot to take my picture for the Summer Drama Festival program, which was the entire reason for the visit, hahaha!  But he came back, and took it.  Finally!

And now I can't sleep.

It's summer, I shouldn't be sick.  Honestly.  Whose idea was this?  Ugh.

Tomorrow shall be hectic as well.  I need to pack before work, and I'm opening the store, and I need to leave for home right after that.

I've packed nothing yet.

And here I am, typing away.

...I still can't sleep.
Even though I'll be getting into bed after posting this, I won't fall asleep for a while.

Stupid clogged fucking nose fucking sick fucking sneezing fucking fuck.  Seriously.

I'm tired.