Waking up panic striken because the phone is ringing and my clock says work starts in three minutes. The phone was for Gavin and it’s one more time I have changed the time on the clock trying to shut off the alarm. There was a message from Jacques, he called maybe somewhere around four or five. Damned Fringers. I didn’t pick up. Today I get to find out that gossip says we may be dating. The most amusing people have unexpected ideas about me. I can only think it’s because I got a ride home with him on Friday. Drunk people make interesting conclusions. It’s good to swim out of that final bit of sleep laughing.
This also made me laugh. Actually out loud. A man on the subway finally had enough of the evangelists and spur of the moment decided to sing show tunes at them. Showtunes won.
Blast. Work. The first child entered chat right this moment to the tiny sound of a snare drum. Would people be kind enough to save me a little from the monotony and send me new music?
Go here, enter my foxtongue shaw e-mail, pick something interesting, hit send.