I've been writing a whole whack of things to put on here, I know you don't believe me, but I have been. Just two nights ago a wrote a lovely piece about dreams and music and nanoseconds and falling in love. It was lovely I assure you. Alas, my internet is playing games with me, not unlike the games my cousins played with me that involve me, wrapped up in a sleeping bag plummeting down the stairs. Now my writing has been lost in cyberspace, or in the cyberspace garbage dump.

Last night I started at nine and stayed up until two cleaning my basement. I got new carpet in my bedroom which involved moving all of my possessions, plus all the camping gear and all the stuff mom had hidden under my bed, to the rest of the basement. I got the job of putting it all back, plus restoring the basement to a better condition than it was before the whole ordeal. The entire basement is clean, clear, and spotless.

I spent my day today cleaning the upstairs portion of our house (we live in a bungalow) and doing an enormous amount of laundry. My mother has been skimping on the housewifey duties due to the gigs and becoming a folkstar and all that. By Sunday night my house looked similar to those crack houses you see on the news. I went out and bought a pair of shorts because A. I didn't have any and B. I didn't have any other clean clothing to wear. In all fairness I could have done my own laundry in between having the flu and writing my exams.

Speaking of which, I'm now in grade 12. That feels really, really, weird. My overall average for grade 11 was 91%.

Oh in between being a housewife while my mother napped and sleeping myself I managed to read an entire book in one sitting without actually realizing it.

There is a dead mouse in the garage and I'm trying not to hate my mother, and I have to talk to my brother about "stuff" which I don't want to talk about, and the Liberals "won". At least it wasn't Harper.