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And (one by one) the lights winked off.

Slowly but surely, the lights in my apartment are going out. The overhead's been dead for a couple days, I have to wait for the landlord to get back from his vacation so he can show me how to remove the weird retro-lighting fixture with no visible screws. And my beside lamp has just gone out. The bigger lamp is still working, so I'm not entirely shrouded in darkness, but this situation is becoming disheartening. I'll have to go to the hardware store soon and pick up some bulbs.

YouTube seems to be failing me this evening. Possibly this is a sign that I need to go edit that story and get it all ready to go out the door. I'm not expecting to do much to it now, but I should make some attempt to fix the broken bits.

Ran into Jason today, talked about his cat, had dinner with Samara at Fifth Street, came home, the light burnt out, and dogs are barking in the night. I feel like I should have a cigarette only I don't smoke and I should be blowing smoke rings out while I type away on the typewriter, preparing two-fisted action to send off to Astonishing Stories. Maybe work on something like that tonight. As well, I have this idea to do a poem a day for the next little while, like Joy was doing and probably is doing.

Comments (3)

I'm becoming that guy who always talks about his cat... I realized this after we said our goodbyes.

RJ:

Admit it Jason, you've become a forty year old lesbian cat lady, you know, the creepy one who lives down the street.

I however am failing to make any, ANY, human contacts at the new university. No one is interested in coffee or alcoholic beverages! I think I chose the wrong academic year to sign up.
Although I have met one Canadian. And she was rude. My image of all Canadianans has been tarnished.

RJ:

I may also have been at three postgraduate introduction events and imbibed too much proffered drink. Which may be colouring my better judgement.

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