It's almost September. And as we know, September is for bad.
I'm liking this summer too much for it to go away all of a sudden. Like maybe I said something rude to it without meaning to? I'm sorry summer. Don't go.
In any case. Back in the city. I am.
Emily came to visit last night and slept over. She made me pull an extra mattress into my bedroom so she could sleep next to me, like we were kids again, because apparently she can't be alone in the dark anymore. Being married has made her SOFT AND WEAK.
She phoned when I was at the cabin, Emily, and kept asking me if I was frightened to be there by myself. I said no. She said I was insane. Then she asked if I locked the doors at night. I said no. She said I was insane, again.
"But actually", she added, "that place is almost all windows, so it'd be really easy to break in, even with the lock".
I asked Emily who she thought would break in, anyway.
"Rapists", she rattled off. "Dead brides. People with red eyes. Orcs. And velociraptors."
I'd forgotten about the velociraptors.
Anyway, we had fun last night, in the way of cousins, and in the morning we went for breakfast at Burgoo. I finally got to have the waffles there, which were amazing. Just really great waffles, I'm telling you. Plus banana slices and vanilla ice cream and some sort of strawberry compote that just about killed me.
King tasty recommends it, my friends.
And what else.
I'm going to a party tonight in West Van, with my parents, just exactly like the party I went to in West Van (with my parents) this time last year. It's become an annual party with my parents in West Van. I'm overjoyed by this. Also I'm really hungry and I can't find any of my clothes.
Then tomorrow is my brother's birthday party, here, and then on Tuesday I'm taking Happy in to get one of her super-science-deluxe tests done, and to start her on Phenobarbitol.
Then Wednesday is my second-to-last day at work. Which is, as Emily would say, insane.
Then the Tuesday after that, my classes begin.
Unless summer forgives me and we make up and September fucks off for another three months. Which would be ideal.
I've got my fingers crossed. And how I'm even typing like that, I don't know.
Plus: photos from the island. More to come, too.
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OH MY FUCKING GOD.
You have betrayed me. WE were supposed to go to Burgoo for breakfast TOGETHER! HO!
Seriously. This is like when you told me we'd watch The Godfather, you and me, and then you WENT AND WATCHED IT BY YOURSELF.
I'm totally going to have to break up with you, now.
Emily made me.
Also, I'm in love with Waffles Corleone. He is my next big crush for real.
I love your Saturna photos, esp the snake and the ocotopus.
Thank yew!
The snake was such a PREEMIE. I would have cuddled it longer but my mother was gasping and shrieking on the trail ahead of me. She's phobic.
I jus received a (crapppppeee) email from Pat Rose...turns out she hasn't register me yet. AH HA HA HA. But I will be there, come tuesday. Oh yes. I will be there.
p.s. I am also jealous that you went to Burgoo without me...even though I AM AWARE THAT I AM VERY FAR AWAY.
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