who wants to be a multimillionaire?

early yesterday morning, greg advised me to either rouse myself from my livingroom sleep or join him and tets on a morning trip to ye ole liverpool, chauffered by murray fry. i was tired as fuck because i, as usual, hadn't gone to bed til say four a.m. but since he promised we'd be back in decent time, i said what the hey and quickly readied myself for the road. when murray arrived, we schooled him a bit on our friend tetsushi, and he also asked his share of questions. initially, he was calling tetushi "sushi" and so we corrected him before tets arrived. but no. it was "sushi" all day, and the usual breen for me (yes, he's known me for 4.5 years and still doesn't know my name).

here's an example of a conversation with murray:

"sushi do you want an apple?"

"no thank you."

"breen do you want an apple?"

"no thanks, murray."

"sushi, do you want an apple?"

"no, thanks."

"breen, do you want an apple?"

"no thanks."

"sushi, breen, how about some carrot sticks?"

"no thanks"

"no thanks, i think i had enough carrots with my meal."

"sushi, want some carrot sticks?"

"no thank you."

"breen, some carrot sticks? can't take 'em back to pat now. greg, you'll have to eat them all."

"no."

greg eats said carrot sticks.

murray gnaws on a bunch of apples.

liverpool was as usual in my experience: looking more and more desolate/desperate, rainy and charming. tets was really into it, and thought that he might like to live at the cricket's harp. i agreed. he said "wow, this is nova scotia." we laughed at how cheap some of the beautiful houses were, and wished we had a good reason to move there. we even saw stutie (even fuckin' stutie knows that!) at the superstore, but no craig (should i have?)-- or even any other allstars. after the superstore, tets decided that he'd be a celebrity in liverpool, as the japanese contingent is nonexixtent. basically, we ventured to the south shore so greg could take some photos of his thesis site. the security guard at stenpro was the utmost in kind and helpful. he gave us an oral tour of the site, and told us just how awful it was that the economy in the town is taking a nosedive, etc. he looked pretty upset about it, understandably. for lunch we went to lane's and met mike and heather. i ate 8 carrot coins, 3 pieces of broccoli and some fries. that was pretty much it for liverpool. an enjoyable and memorable time, as usual.

em and i had plan for several weels to go to satisfaction feast for old times sake, but em wasn't hungry and didn't want to go downtown to we decided on andy's which is close-- but it was closed so we made soy pesto with artichoke hearts, kalamata olives, mushrooms, garlic scapes, onions, garlic and flaxmeal. it was rad, a welcome throwback to bremily's july.

this morning i was woken up by an extreme beam of light that rivalled that of any alien spacecraft i've seen, but i said screw it and returned to slumber. today was a lazy one until midafternoon. i got to see thomas working the pallets at the quinpool superstore. i hadn't seen him for a few months, so this was fantastic. i really wanted a litre of soynog, but decided to hold off until nearer to _mas. i haven't decided if i've picked the best or worst time to once again cut sugar from my diet. (emotions say you're a big jerk and i hate you, give me my sweet white crack. body says you're a tool for not doing this sooner. please-- no more crack or i will knot your bowels and you'll cry forveva!)

blake and i hung tight this afternoon and watched about half (blake had to leave to watch alfie of all movies) of the movie soylent green, which so far is supremely amusing and intriguing. we're eager to watch the end of it tomorrow, altho chris already revealed (read: ruined) a crucial part. if we'd not been stoned perhaps we'd've been able to see it coming. after he left, i decided i needed (not wanted) to take the bus to the mall and buy some black thread with which to repair some pants, a decent vegetable peeler to peel the two enormous pumpkins my parents brought me from the country, and a pair of pants, as i don't fit into any of the ones that i have. so i got to the bus stop, collected myself and took note of the mood i was in which was shittypissyfucked-- an asshole mood to be in at the nall, so i turned around and walked home, then to canadian tire where i didn't find a suitable peeler. at home i decided it best to forgo trying to write my article or seek someone to hang out with, and rather spend time by myself. i was in serious need of some emotional catching up, so catching up is what i did. i spun :wumpscut: and vomitted emotionally into journal #51 for a good while, letting myself drip, daydream and reminisce as necessary. i feel a fuck of a lot better, the details are more sorted/sordid. dad called tonight. he has ESP and i swear he knows when i want to talk the least and calls then. it's cool when he calls and i am pissy because he can handle it (and therefore i make no effort to stop sounding hateful), but it brings momma down so i always have to play joyful. dad called because he had some advice on me becoming a multimillionaire. altho that sounds splendid and all, becoming a multimillionaire isn't something that's pressing for me today, and i told him i'd rather live it up now than have millions of dollars when i'm so old i can't even go an hour without pissing myself. ok, i'm just being negative-- so what else is new? actually, i've been doing fairly well-- i just got smoked with a tidal melancholy wave tonight. so i made some red lentil soup and blogged an oldfashioned blog and after the rest of my emotional sorting, i feel a bit like a multimillionaire. dad would be proud. oh, and i found and old dirty loonie tonight by kicking it and hearing the clink. i was fucking overjoyed. maybe i'll squirrel it away for safe keeping, and buy a ball of yarn with it when i'm 80.