I have become a puddle. Everyone drinks from me sooner or later.

So catch up time. I didn't write the last couple of days I don't think. It is because I was in Toronto and went to a reading. Saw Jimmy, Kayla, Dave, Seb, some hippy with dreadlocks. Fuck hippies. Nicole and Mike were supposed to come out. But they don't do anything anymore it seems. Sure. Sick. Yadda yadda. I was sick not to long ago. Went to work with a fever and all. I don't let my body hold me back. If I can work while sick. They should be able to have fun while sick. It is much easier. Anyways. The reason I went downtown is because Christian Bok was doing a reading. His last name is pronounced "book". The "b" is supposed to have two dots above it. But I don't know how to do that. He was absolutely incredible. He used a lot of sound poetry. Just doing sound effects with his mouth. He sang an alien battle hymn. Read a hilarious war poem. It was absolutely amazing. When I got down there we met {Jimmy and I} Kayla and Dave at the little hole in the wall bar where the reading was. Seb showed up soon after that. But during the reading Dave went home to sleep.

Jesus he decided to sleep through probably one of the best readings you will ever see. I didn't know, but he is Canada's best-selling poet of all time. Won the Griffin Prize. But he deserves all that. He is an incredibly technically profficient writer. We drank some apple cider beer during the reading. Before Bok came up there were some pretentious wanna be writers doing there thing before him. You know, with all their theatrics. Maybe hoping to stand out to the real writer yet to come. But they were just really annoying. Maybe if they played with the mic stand a little more their writing will magically get better. Didn't work this time chap. Maybe next. After the reading, we were all going to Trinity Bellwoods park as we quite often do. Jimmy and I had to run back to his place first for the wine. Which we did. Got some sustenance at the 7/11 on the way. Dave sounded sick as shit. But at least he still came out with us. Unlike some people. Seb brought his guitar. I love having that man around.

We kept begging him for top 40 hits. He played some Weezer and such and we had sing alongs. Randomly throughout the night different people stopped by and hung out with us. We are too cool for people to stay away. We had a shitload of booze there. Jimmy and I finished off what we brought. Jimmy was incredibly smashed. You know when they get so drunk that they are obnoxious as fuck. I remember when some guy came with his dog and was just standing by the group, Jimmy called him an asshole for something that meant nothing and I thought he was trying to get us into fight. But I have noticed that about Jimmy. When he has far too much alcohol he gets really obnoxious and you got to tone him down. He ended up puking which was good. He probably needed to get it out of his system. I was drunk that night as well. But by no means smashed. It was rediculously good to see Kayla, Seb, and Dave again. I hadn't seen them all in the same amount of time.

We left the park at about 3 in the morning I think. Jimmy and I seperated from everyone else. We headed back to his place. There was one point during our walk where Jimmy randomly broke out into a run. So I had to run to keep up to him. It probably looked like I was chasing him. He wanted to get pizza. I didn't want him spending his money while drunk. So we ended up just going back to his place. On his road D'arcy. I told him we should jog the rest of the way. So we did. It felt good with alcohol in my blood. I had to work the next day so I wanted to sleep. So we put on Ghost World. But we passed out quickly with alcohol lullabys. Woke up to yesterday's scorching hot day. Went and got on the bus home and rushed to work tired and hungover as hell. So that was my day in Toronto. I love where I live. I haven't written about this before. But I have noticed it for a while. The side of the building my balcony is on is where the sun rises. So You wouldn't think I could see the sunset from my balcony.

But you can. Right in front of my building about half a click or so away, is a tall condo building mostly made of glass. So I get a perfect reflection of the sunset. It is pretty fucking sweet I must say. My old pastor's wife I said I was talking to hasn't contacted me in a couple days. I think I finally passed her theshold of acceptance. But Christians thresholds for that aren't very large. But I am hoping she contacts me. The racist I talked about. Confused little girl I must say. I am trying to remedy that. Sure I joke about racism. But it is absurd and it is a disease. I only want to end on one note. I don't trust any of you.