Seriously though, I feel like throwing up, just for the sake of it, I don't feel sick or anything. I feel like ripping heads of dasies and picking off all the petals in a random romanceless fashion. I want to share as little of myself as possible and go to bed as early as possible.

I did some volunteering this evening, stuffing gift bags for the Western Canadian Music awards. I love menial tasks, assembly line style. I can get totally lost inside myself. I miss my days of copy room production.