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Making pancakes in a minute. Whee!

I have to type quickly, because Michael's started making breakfast and I should go be helpful. Chop up fruit and things. Hungover as shit today because of the latest gongshow. I don't think I'll go to Morgan's thing tomorrow night because I need to recharge my batteries. Especially if I want to get writing done and, you know, study for that exam on Tuesday. Apparently I'm also going to a midnight showing of the Return of the King this week with Robbie-Ru. Astonishing to say the least.

GONG. SHOW.

And we have confirmation in a coded rantbook post that Matthew is alive! Huzzah! I'm happy because he's not dead. Or, you know, trapped in Prince George yet. If the ferry workers weren't on Strike, I'd say MATTHEW, don't go to PG - slink across the Strait and hang out over here. Christmas is going to be a mass of emotional wreckage and psychosis, so why not add another fellow to the mix?

I also got Michael's present together and wrapped, which is causing him much consternation. I've never been this good at keeping secrets.

I had a lot of Japanese food yesterday. Azuma Sushi's decent, but they seem to only hire obsessive compulsive waiters. You can walk by our table and not fill up our green tea for us, what with the teapot being right there. We can do it ourselves. And you don't need to keep rearranging things on our table to enhance the feng shui. It made me miss the laidback atmosphere of Hime Sushi, with it's all day bento boxes.

The litre bottle of Sawmill Creek lasted maybe twenty minutes. Really.

Comments (5)

Not that I want to pick nits, or anything, but that was actually a litre and a half of Sawmill Creek. I was glad when the Creek ran dry and we moved up to Mission Hill.

Matthes-Q:

Still alive...

And making a fucking masterpiece.

God Damn I said, God Damn.

(Granted, I've only just completed the second out of eight shooting days, so the other shoe is bound to drop soon enough.)

ben:

Ah, the chateau on the hill! Those were the days. My mouth has never been so stained! Even, you know, after consuming the souls of the damned.

Matthew, we must have confirmation - life is good? The other shoe is in New Jersey right now, and refusing to come home. Something about a fetishist with excellent taste in leather protector spray. It keeps sniggering on the phone, over and over. Rubbing its sole against the floor and *moaning*

Matthes-Q:

Yes, life is good.

The December part of the filming schedule went fabulously (ending tonight), so now I just simmer until we kick into it again in early January.

Meanwhile the ex is, unfortunately, asking me to come back (note that I haven't actually left yet). What can I do? The new apartment is almost upon me.

ben:

I guess it depends on what you think is best, dude. I remember you said that it would be a horribly bad idea to get back together. But on the other hand. What a really horrible time for all that to go down, right in the middle of your busy season. Call if you need to, I'm pretty much dead un-busy tonight after my exam, except for writing the usual five hundred words and preparing story collections for my parents.

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