rin

i called in sick to work yesterday. i did feel really sick though. i fucking hate my job. i know sometimes i seem really positive about it but when it comes down to it...i get shitty shifts. my boss is really degrading towards women. i am really uncomfortable working with one of the delivery drivers, because he is always trying to touch my sides or give me shoulder rubs.

i am calling in sick again today. i just need the air to breathe. i need to run down to the greyhound station and do some work at the library.

i had really crazy, awful dreams. lots of turmoil and running away from things. in one part, i think it was michael with me. we were in this hot air balloon inside a building. we burst through the roof and went 6 kilometres up. i was really eager to see how the ground looked from high up (i have only been in a plane once) but i was also really scared that something bad would happen and i would fall out of the sky. that about sums up the feel of my entire dream. fucked up.

rose and i are going shopping for a fishtank this afternoon. or maybe i won't be home yet and just she and tyson will go. it will be nice to have fish again.

it hasn't stopped snowing for days. i kind of love it.

late last night i realized it's not such a big thing that i don't really have friends. i have three people that i am really close with--michael, rose, and the boy. i'm lucky for that. and i'm super lucky to have the boy cause he makes me really happy. the week i spend in calgary is going to fucking rule.

and i think i may have made a new friend. his name is matt and he taught me how to make my faux hawk perfect (the past two days i have woken up with a wonderful faux hawk. i think this may be something i want to pursue.) and he also plays guitar and sent me a song he wrote. i would like to have more friends.