As a consequence of moving so often, every now and then, in the millisecond between asleep and awake, there are times I can’t remember what city I’m in. If I’d gotten into Lloyd really late one night from Edmonton, it was sometimes really heartbreaking to remember where I actually was. Not the best way to start a day.
It happened again this morning. In that half-conscious millisecond, I thought I was in Calgary. I’m going home next week, and I’m really looking forward to it — I haven’t been home since May, for a variety of reasons — but I’m happy here too. No reason to wish I were in Calgary specifically.
But that’s kind of set the bar for my day. When I was making my coffee, I dropped the full mug because I didn’t have a good enough grip on it and my hands just, for lack of better term, gave up.
If that’s not enough: Continue reading
Dear Starbucks: I love you.
Although I’m a regular coffee fiend (I once knocked on the door of the coffee shop at 6 a.m. because they hadn’t unlocked their doors yet and I had to be at school, but I wasn’t going without coffee in hand), I’m even more enamoured lately with their free wifi. Continue reading
We’ve been together for nearly four and a half years now. I didn’t want to meet you at first, thought this relationship would never work. I’d seen you from a distance and heard people talk about you, but I was perfectly happy in my relationship with PC, a distant cousin of yours.
PC and I, we never really had any major problems. Granted, I was willing to cut him a lot of slack, because I’d never been in a relationship like that before. The first time I lived with a computer was in Grade 9.
I heard of friends who had problems in their PC relationship – files were lost, memories erased, or the blue screen of death (also known as the silent treatment). But we never thought about giving up our relationship with the PC we loved, and who gave us everything we needed (usually).
And then I went to university and met you. Continue reading