Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

I'm home. I'm alive, no thanks to those good-for-nothing-niks on the 401, nor thanks to the snowstorm that swept through. Or those gods-forsaken seagulls that shit all over the sleeve of my turtleneck.

But thanks do go to the parking attendant at the MTCC who gave us directions out of downtown Toronto, and towards the DVP, or DVD as my mother likes to call it. Oh, and the people at Headwater Wool , who were selling some very lovely wool for only $5 a skein at the Creativ Festival. Let's not talk about how much I bought, k?

Also, I think I've grown a few ulcers since I left yesterday.

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travelling by bus kind of freaks me out.

I'm used to getting to the airport 2 hours early, to get through secruity and all that nonsense, and here it is 10:15, my bus leaves at 11:30, and I'm lounging around. I'm actually kind of panicking over this -- I feel like I'm going to be so late that I'm going to miss my bus. At least at the airport there are various and sundry things to keep you occupied, but the bus station -- zero, nada, zip.

What am I going to do for lunch? I have a half assed sandwich (mmm.....ass) and a granola bar. I really need to start planning these things better, sheesh.

Ok ok ok calm down. It's all good. It's fine. Breath. You're not leaving the country.

I freak out less when I *do* leave the country. That's easy, there's no stress, I'm fine with that. But this whole staying the province business? Freaking.me.the.fuck.out.

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I applied for a real job today. Well, a government job, so I guess that counts as real. I really should try to apply to more than one a day, I know, but the rest of my day has been productive, so I don't feel that bad.

Out of my list of 14 things to do, I've done done 10, and sorta done two more. The last two are taking out the garbage and recycling (I forgot last week, doh!) which, really, I shouldn't do until later.

Seeing as I managed to do two things I dislike (dishes and laundry) today, and done one thing that makes me shudder (applying for jobs. It all has to do with low self-confidence and low self-esteem) I might as well done one more thing that makes me shudder and use my phone to actually call someone. Look at me go and get over my fears/neurosis.

On the definate up-side, when I went to fold my laundry, I noticed that it was pouring, but by the time I had finished, it had finished, so I walked home with dry laundry that stayed that way. Now all I have to do is put it away. For some reason, that wasn't on my list. Then again, neither was watering the plants and I did that.

In honour of my new curtain rod (yay!) I cleaned my room, dusted even! (and got rid of that smell in the kitchen.) My apartment is all clean now, so all that's left is making dinner.

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That's when I leave for Halifax. 

I knew I needed a vacation.

What do I need? I have a, erm, "thanks for letting me crash and showing me around, bitch" gift for [Unknown LJ tag] My brother thought it was good, and if it impressed him.....
ah, crap. Rob's going to hate it.

Phone charger....I'll make a huge sign and stick it to my laptop. Also, I will stick signs to the TV, front door knob, alarm clock, and forehead. toothbrush.....packed contact stuff and glasses......packed, and will pack Friday morning clothes......still have to do that, will hopefully get to it tonight. Otherwise, I'll be naked. Much as Rob might enjoy that, I think I'd be arrested, so clothes are essential. book to read on the plane.....must decide which one. cds......I'll just grab a bunch. girlie stuff such as makeup......while I can travel without it, I don't to, so I don't. < crap. I used to be good at this. I'm only good for packing to foreign countries, not my own.
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