Tuesday morning mumbles I'm sleepy today. The Flames won again last night, that puts them into the third series. How bizzare and exciting. Yesterday I had a conversation about hockey at work and I spoke intelligently, using names. Who would have though it? We watched the game at my sister's new apartment and we were entertained by the guys in the apartment below theirs who were also watching the game and being very noisy about it. The city was ablaze with excitment as I was driving home. Horns honking and people hanging out of car windows waving flags and screaming like mad. There was even one guy all decked out in the middle of a very busy intersection, but no one seemed to mind, people just slowed down to honk and cheer. You'd think a war had ended or something. Now, we're all paying for being up so late. Morning doesn't wait for anyone, not even the Flames. It smells like a swamp in here again. It's a delightful wet smell, with rotting vegetation blended in. Some days I fear for my health with the smells that come out of our ventilation system. I wish we had a window, some natural light and fresh air would go a long way to keeping me happy. I'll just have to eat lunch outside today. The weather's supposed to be warm today, but I still have to wear long sleeved shirts to work and I've started keeping a sweater here because it's SO COLD IN THIS BUILDING. I should keep a pair of those pants that snap down the sides so I can strip down to proper summer clothing when I leave at 4 and not bake to a crisp in my car on the drive home. Of course, it's probably better for it to be cold in here than really hot, but I like complaining about it dammit! |