The beaver is a proud and noble animal

I'm sorry.

My left ear is blocked and I'm hearing all wonky.

I made myself a cup of coffee this morning. I clearly remember putting the coffee bag in the cup, pouring water, adding sugar and milk.

I do not remember drinking my coffee.

I was brushing my teeth when I pondered the wisdom of doing so before having had my coffee, as it would now taste like ass. When I came back into the kitchen, I was looking for my cup. It was in the pile of washing up that needs to be done. It was empty.

This is freaking me out.

I knew this moment would happen some time or another, but I'm homesick today. I could do with a pint at Hurleys with the boys (and the girls) from Montreal. It was bound to happen and I'm not making a big deal out of it but I miss the old gang.

It takes a lot of energy to be happy and cheerful for two people and my batteries are running low. Where's the energizer bunny when you need him?

Tingo, nakkele and other wonders

I helped a coworker move a piano and man, those things are fucking heavy. I didn't hurt my back, which is good, but I'm still going to feel it tomorrow. Afterwards, we headed to a pub that said coworker knew in Cambs that had nice atmosphere and good beer. Unfortunately, he didn't really remember where it was and after getting turned around a few times, we ended up in what seemed like a good pub from the outside but turned out to be Cambridge's equivalient of the Peel Pub (as a side note, even the website is ghetto!!!). I mean, it would probably be great if I were a single 18-21 year old.

As it was, the music was too loud, there were too many people and the beer came in plastic cups. You get the picture. I wasn't into that scene when I was the right age for it… Katy called me while we were there. She's not doing so good and that bummed me out cause she's there and feeling like crap and I'm here and there's nothing I can do to make it better and I hate that feeling. I hope she feels better soon :(

All in all, this day was a write-off. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

The situation with my landlady is really weird. One minute, she's getting on my nerves like there's no tomorrow, the next, I'm scared shitless of dealing with her. And then I spend 10 minutes talking to get and realize that she's a really nice person.

I'm wondering who's bipolar, me or her….

Lots of little things are conspiring to piss me off today.

I've been told that I haven't updated in a while so I'll try and compensate in a big one.

Went to Leicester for the weekend to see the Katygirl. She's feeling less than stellar. Poo. She's going to be spending a few more days in Leic, which is a good idea cause her parents can keep an eye on her and that cough of hers, but is bad because I miss her. Between all my trips and her op, we haven't had lots of quality time in the last little while and that sucks ass big time. Blergh.

So, the weekend. I slept in the guest bedroom because I didn't want to smack into her in our sleep (which I've done in the past). The box room has a very small and less-than-comfortable bed. It didn't help that my feet hung off the edge and didn't have enough pillows. I didn't sleep well, and my back hurts. Minor annoyance.

I spent saturday trying to make salsa and my mom's tomato ketchup. The salsa is a bit too liquid, but really tasty. It was a learning experience. Next time, less vinegar (that Polish stuff is really potent!), and make sure that the tomatoes are really, really ripe. The ketchup… I'm less sure of. It tastes good, but doesn't look right. For one thing, it's really darker than my mom's. One reason, I think, is that I used red onions instead of white and I think that the color bled into the mix a bit. Also, I think that I used black mustard seed instead of yellow, which also might have contributed to the darker color. The proof will be in the tasting. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough room to bring them back to Cambridge with me so there's still in Leicester. It was a bit of a bummer though that 3 kg of tomatoes only makes 5 and a half jars of preserves. I was expecting more. Anyway, like I said, learning experience. The highlight of saturday was going shopping in the market. Lots of good food for cheap. Also, I got to wear my new cotton trader duds, which are really really comfy.

Today was supposed to be a slow day, but my back had decided that it really hadn't liked that bed and I couldn't get comfortable sitting down or standing up :( Dinner was yummy, and I took a train back to Cambridge. Hopefully, Katy will feel good enough to travel by mid-week.

Tomorrow, I move a piano. Joy.