So, this morning on the way to work the streetcar I was on crashed into a taxi cab. No one was hurt, thankfully. But the cab was smashed!

I guess last night I only had normal dreams. No cookie making or anything like that. Also my best friend's thesis supervisor (We'll call her MR) has not made it into my subconscious again. I told my friends that I would describe the MR in my Blog so here goes.

I was in some sort of basement and someone gave me a gun. I didn't know what to do with it so I threw it beside this old washing machine. Then MR came downstairs and told me that she wanted the washing machine so we would have to move it. Well, I freaked! I didn't want her to see the gun. So, I picked it up and surreptitiously threw it into the adjoining room. As MR and I moved the machine I looked into the room and all these scary mice/rat creatures were running around. I didn't want to go back and get the gun, because I don't like rodents or dark and damp places. Also known as 'dank' places. Looking in that room I also noticed that on the far side there were a number of monkeys jumping around. On the side closer to us there were dancing bears. So, I said to MR, "Oh my God, look, dancing bears!" She turned to look, but the bears then ripped off their bear costumes and they were just people.

I don't know why I had that dream but I think the dancing bear part had to do with hearing the word circus earlier that day.

- posted by Debbie @ 10:44 AM |

 
Holiday Watch 2004!
So, last night as I dozed of to sleep the downstairs neighbour rang the doorbell and I leaped out of bed. They were having problems with their water and apparently a plumber lives in my apartment. Anyway we let him in and gave him some water, he was clearly drunk. Afterward, I couldn’t get to sleep for the life of me. I just laid there angry because I couldn’t get to sleep. Also, that song from the commercial for the Rita McNeal Christmas Special was stuck in my head. Something about thanking the lord. How did Rita McNeil and Patti LaBelle meet each other? And, why are they inflicting their friendship on the Canadian public?

When I finally got to sleep I had a ridiculous dream. I think the holidays are giving me anxiety. I had a dream about making cookies, which is funny because I don’t bake. I was trying to mix butter and brown sugar with a hand mixer but I couldn’t do it. The butter kept getting too warm with the heat of the mixer and would melt. I was reduced to tears. It was a terrible dream. Not very restful. The other night I had a really scary dream bout my best friend’s thesis supervisor, illegal firearms and dancing bears. I think once the holidays are good and over my dreams will get back to normal and I will be able to sleep better.

- posted by Debbie @ 9:45 AM |

 
Mystic Muffin
So, I just went for lunch at this place called Mystic Muffin at the corner of Richmond and Jarvis. There is a sign outside that reads “Open for 11 years over 115 billion served”. The owner is, hands down, the best salesman I have ever met. I forget his name but he introduced himself as the owner, president and CEO of Mystic Muffin. Then he asked me if I had ever been served by the Owner, President and CEO of Tim Horton’s. Well, the answer to that is no. He kicks into this speal about the “I Can’t Wait” special. It’s called that because it is so good, you can’t wait until it’s Tuesday (the special is also up on Friday). I wasn’t into that so he started talkin’ up his falafel. I got a fresh pit from the brand new bag – extra special spice. Before I know what I had done I spend 8 bucks. I went in for a falafel and a came out with a falafel, a bottle of water, a piece of apple cake and a banana loaf. AND, I promised him I’d go back tomorrow.

I told him I work for a travel magazine and he suggested that he write a feature for us. So, he’s got that goin’ too. Talk about a hustler.

It’s good apple cake.

- posted by Debbie @ 2:33 PM |

 
When Good Coffee Goes Bad
Today is -24. I have no idea what the wind chill factor is, but I think it is safe to say that it feels substantially colder. It was cold enough last night to freeze our pipes. That made me happy. We have running water in the bathroom, but not in the kitchen. As a result, I did not make coffee to take with me to work. Currently, I am drinking the coffee from the shop around the corner. I have noticed that the coffee from that place, which started out as a good cup is now just one notch above terrible.

There is a sickening stench in this office. It smells like a mid sized animal has died in a pool of sewage. What the heck is that?

This day could have started better. I should still be in bed.

- posted by Debbie @ 9:13 AM |

 
Life is About Balance
So, Last night after a really good workout, my roommate and I got pretty hammered and went out dancing. It was loads of fun. Six drinks will really make me jump around like an idiot. After some good reheated pot roast, half a bag of party mix and about 3 glasses of water, I slept like the dead.

I woke up and wasn't in terrible shape. Then as the day progressed I realized I wasn't hang-over free. So, here is a partial list of things NOT to do while hung-over during the festive season:

1. Do NOT go to Dufferin mall. It is a BAD BAD idea. It will make you want to go on a killing spree and that is not very festive. Do stay home.
2. Do NOT go outside on a really cold day. It will actually make you cry and your lips will feel so dry you will worry that they will crack off. Do stay home
3. Do NOT go to the gym and partake in a vigorous exercise class. Why waste the precious bodily fluids in sweat. And you will sweat - about 35 seconds into the workout. Do stay home
4. Do NOT do a series of cartwheels as part of that class or on their own. They make you dizzy on a good day. Imagine the effects after a night of binge drinking. Do stay in bed.
5. Do NOT answer the phone when it rings at 10:00am. It will be your mother and she will ask you if you went out drinking last night. Do remain face down.

Happy Holidays!


- posted by Debbie @ 8:14 PM |