Worked up

Argh! I got into bed at 8:30 because I was tired and thought I was entitled to a really early night if I wanted it...but then my brain kicked into overdrive and I've been lying in the dark, obsessing over potential future outcomes of current scenarios.

I want to sleep! I don't want to imagine myself in all sorts of dire situations.

Brain, plz to be shutting down now, kthxbye.

Problem

This is a problem.



You see, as you may know, there is no Boston Pizza in Faro. The closest we come to BPs is Friday nights at the Studio Hotel, and there really is no comparison. So, this box could be considered a mystery.



This means that this pizza box has been in my possession since October 21, the last time I went to Whitehorse. And that's pretty sad.

This box hasn't always been on this part of the counter, either. It used to be on the other side of the sink, and the kettle sat on top of it for a long time.

What is wrong with me that I can't simply gather up my recycling and take it to the depot? Why would I let it sit on my counter for a month?

Well, it's down with all the other cardboard now. Take that, Boston Pizza Box.

So cold

Instead of building the fire after work, before heading to Kara's for dinner, I waited until I got home to build it. That was a mistake. So cold!

My internet acquaintance Tie sent me a link to a woman's photographic walk-through of her mother's house. Her mother is a hoarder, a person surrounded by boxes, and it sent me into a bit of a panic. My house is full of boxes, the vacuum is sitting in the middle of the stairs, there are piles of stuff all over.

So tonight's task is to go through the red rubbermaid container right next to me and throw out the garbage, put things where they should go, and calm the heck down.

The wind did not blow me away

But I was distracted.

How is it possible that half of November is gone already? How can it be that I have been here almost a year? I still feel awkward and artificial sometimes, and yet I feel like I have been here forever.