Indie Radio Sunday

It has been a while since I last posted... and I can only blame myself. Again, Vancouver proves that it has little to offer, and all I can dredge from the bottom of my mind is lost when I step off the bus. Somehow that commute has given me those moments of peace and quiet that I have been lacking. In terms of time calculation, not to be too specific about all of this, I spend perhaps half an hour daily alone. Totally alone. I count those minutes on the bus because my fellow commuters are not anything more than scenery. It has been a nice way to extend my alone time, something I had grown far too accustomed to having in excess.

I saw him every day this week, which inevitably meant that I drank too much and did too little. Ah well. Having broached our somewhat abortive physical relationship, we proceeded to engage in some 'shenanigans' in inappropriate places and get into varying amounts of trouble. Friday night we were hated by our hostess and I got sloppy drunk, stumbling and falling my way home. Last night was even better, getting kudos and marginally congratulated for dirty deeds and bailing out to Richmond at the end of the evening. I don't like Richmond.

So now my appetite is back with a vengeance. I half-heartedly pack and think about cleaning my room. Next weekend will be the crunch. I am beginning to think now that I don't have as much stuff as I first thought.