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I don’t know what I’m going to blab about this time. I just sat down here and decided to start typing. Kind of like taking a typing test. You never know what kind of claptrap they are going to hand you to type out. I had some which were deadly dull about business practices or shellfish. I remember having one about the history of Abe Lincoln when I was looking for a job in the US a few years ago. I think I’d give people something more interesting to type, maybe a short story. Although if the story was too good they might forget to type and just read it.

Today I am babysitting in Newmarket. Zack was here for the morning but had a birthday party to go to. I just got his sisters sleeping. That’s a nice treat, for me! So now I have little time alone. I would love to walk down a few streets to the Tim Horton’s on the corner. No coffee here, no milk either. Just people, little people, with bad colds. I hope I can get through this visit without catching it. Having a cold really bites when you live alone. I start plotting great stories about how they found my body later, much later and wondered who I was and whatever was I doing there, that really creepy looking old broad.

Today is December 9th. Kind of sickening. In ten days I will be 42. That’s a very big number. I really don’t know what it has to do with me.

Skipping to something I’d rather talk about… like head lice or warts.

They have snow up here in Newmarket. Still none for us in Toronto. Still can’t feel like it’s me they are talking about when someone says I live in the city. I think I’d be liking it fine if it wasn’t a basement apartment, no sunlight, no real sign of daylight at all. When I wake up in the morning I’m not sure if it’s really early or really late. I keep the clock on the floor with me so I can see if it’s still too early to get up.

I really like having the TTC metropass. Even if I don’t use it enough to get my money’s worth out of evey last penny of it, I am glad to have it and not worry about taking the wrong bus or taking an extra bus or getting off halfway to where I’m going for a little side trip. There is a nice feeling of power in having the pass.

Soon the other sick people will be coming back here or the wonder girls will be waking up and my time to just be me will be ended. Also, this keyboard really sucks.

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