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"What colour is the scent of the blue weeping of violets?" (P. Neruda)

So, something bad happened to my mum on her drive down to Victoria today; one more crisis. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but it involves Chiliwack and some questionable driving decisions. Anyway, anyway, she's in one piece.

Otherwise, trying to balance her visit, Brandon's visit, and the final weeks of class. I'm wobbly in the head. I'm in the middle of my very final paper for my undergraduate degree.

Last night was good, went over to Joy's after a long session with Steff where we put together the script and storyboarded the final film.

I'm lonely tonight and I'm going to sleep with the quilt mum made me a few years ago, because it's been sub-arctic at night--

Comments (7)

christian:

be back tomorrow around noon

ben:

Wheee--- thank god.

christian:

can't wait either. sweet dreams. hugs.

Joy:

Oh my God! Did your mother beat up a traffic cop??

(hope she's okay)

m:

Was it one of those jogging troupes?

well, isn't "bad" fairly relative?
or, rather, maybe it's just "our relatives."

ahaha! Oh, my, god. I'm actually In Lust with myself.

xoxo

Oh honey. I'm glad you came to my place last night so you weren't alone.

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