merely talk

I work too much.

I eat too much crap food when I work too much, and as such have put on a few pounds in the last few weeks. (Which makes me sad/angry. Oh body issues, will you ever go away?)

I read Blink by Malcolm Gladwell in a day

I'm almost done a Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers.

I've seen some fun movies, gone to some great restaurtants. Went antiquing and found various racially offensive media materials, as well as a phone in a box. Oh and some nice bikes that I still couldn't afford even though they were barely ride-able.

Edmonton is too damn hot.

The Black Dog is a fabuous place to increase a girls self esteem after she's put on a few pounds.

Drunk Tessa and screen doors do not mix well. Especially a drunk Tessa wearing a fedora.

Someone tried to convince me that there were two Moby Dicks. One by Melville, and the real one (about the whale and Ishmeal...) by Charles Dickens. I made them feel silly, which is bad for the book selling business.

I seem to get winked at and called various terms of endearments more than my co-worker Dave. This makes Dave sad. All he wants is love, y'all.

Risk night is this Thursday! Woo!

Labels: Books, Drinking, Working on Whyte