Reading Michelle Tea before bed leads to strange dreaming of skinheads and decapatated men, blood and me saying "I'm sorry I don't understand."

Camping was fantastic. Portland was amazing. Powells was so unbelievable, I think I went into shock upon entering the building. I've spent so much time in the car lately I never thought I'd do that. Training I suppose.

I am in Fernie now. I read one book this morning and I intend to start another this afternoon. Perry Mason is on and the family is gathered around the tv because it's raining out side.

Yesterday I tried to make microwave popcorn and I forgot about it and it burned and filled the microwave with smoke and then filled the condo with smoke and now the inside of the microwave is yellow and smelling of smoke. Anyone who knows how to fix this will be my hero.

Life is very exciting lately. I think I might have some things figured out.
Meanwhile I haven't been seeing a girl that I've sort of been seeing and I miss her, but I don't know what to do about anything. There's probably something wrong with me.