I’m sitting in my lawn chair with my feet up and staring out my window while I let the morning’s thoughts wash over me. Among them, I haven’t left the apartment for over 24 hours. Didn’t notice that until just a few moments ago. Been too busy alternating my time between editing and playing games to take my mind off editing.
I’m teaching a photography workshop later today in the Distillery District, so that should help get me reacquainted with the world. I’ll be finished around 7:30 and I suspect I won’t be in a mood to head straight home on a Saturday night. It would be pretty super duper alright if I could manage some facetime with that book I was talking about yesterday. Perhaps I may even tickle the keyboard towards some writing I haven’t done in a long while. Better remember to pack the headphones so I can avoid distractions that come with the bustle of a Saturday night in TO.
I just remembered that I invited Frank to tag along tonight.
I guess we’ll see how the evening unfolds. If he remembers to come, then the night will unfold in a more sociable manner. Not a bad thing. Otherwise it’s back to plan ‘A’.
I spoke with Jazzy on the phone yesterday. Talked with her for a bit then let the conversation taper off. She phoned me right back after a couple minutes, excited about the youtube link I posted on my facebook page, about the Nerdgasm show I took in on Sunday. She wanted details. I provided them. It seems she knows more about Buffy and Angel than she does about Firefly. I scolded her, and she mentioned that she’d take a closer look at the series. Next time I’m in Regina, I plan to walk her class through an episode of Firefly.
As I write this, I can’t help but wish that this article was a little more packed with intellectuality and philosophical insights. Barring that, a little humour would do as well. A stream of consciousness came out instead. Not entirely a bad thing. Years from now I may look back and see a picture of myself painted with these words.
I wonder where I’ll be when that happens.
