If yesterday (today?) was a person, I'd bitchslap it. 9:08 AM

Well, it's once again 9am and I've yet to be even remotely tired. I really hate falling into this habit. It makes getting out of bed the most arduous task on the planet, my eating schedule ends up being just as out of whack, and my life seems to revolve around waking up at some obscene time after dinner, showering, going to work, coming home at 3, and sitting on here for...hmm, going on six hours.

Sigh.

Speaking of work...I was late tonight, no thanks to the Dundas St. Westbound streetcar taking over half a goddamn hour. I'm not even kidding. I got to St. Patrick station just after 9:30, went up to the streetcar stop, and looked east like I usually do to see if I've just missed the streetcar. Nothing there all the way to Yonge. So I figure it's been at least 5 minutes. This particular streetcar is scheduled to come every 12 minutes or so. It's -10 with a windchill from hell, but I can wait a bit.

I see the westbound streetcar go by. Yay, that means mine is coming soon!
...then I see another one.
I'm getting rather cold.
...then I see a third.
I can't feel my feet.
I'm hopping up and down inside the shelter trying to revive my frozen self, when the streetcar finally pulls up.
I sit down, and check the time on my phone.
10:04.
...
Fuck. This.
Thankfully my boss understood my predicament and didn't penalize my lateness.
I still made no money and almost cried on the way home.
I won't get into my money issues on the internet.
But I will say I'm working towards this month being the end of them.

I also dropped my month-old camera in the toilet at the Bovine on Halloween.
There's a waste of $250.

Observe the wonderful resulting photo quality along with my tired, frustrated face.

What the hell day is it even right now? I'm going to try to sleep. This is all kinds of fail.
I also don't have any toothpaste or body wash right now. Yay dirtbag! Ugh.

'Tis the season for misery! And stereotypes are funny. 3:10 AM

So, it happened. I knew it would come sooner or later, but it happened.

I went outside last night, ready to go have another fun evening at Rock N Roll Pornography, and stopped the second I set one foot outside my door.

It. Was. Bloody. Freezing. Oh. My. God.

I actually muttered "Oh, fuck this.", and dragged my saddened feet back inside to get my coat. The winter was beginning, and I am none too pleased about any of it. I don't care what anyone has to say on the subject, either.

"It's so pretty!"
"You can do fun things like skiing!"
"Christmas!"

SHUT YOUR BLASPHEMOUS MOUTH. If I go outside at any given time of day, and feel my snot freezing inside my sinuses the first time I inhale the air, there is nothing, I reapeat, NOTHING good about it. Christmas? I had Christmas in Florida when I was 12 and it was wonderful. I wore shorts. We went to the beach. I played with my Aunt's nine cats and wasted as much footage on my parent's new Sony Handycam as I could possibly manage without being yelled at and having my groundbreaking moments in cinematography promptly recorded over with my mom opening a gift containing some item of clothing with reindeer on it. Reindeer are obselete in Florida, you see. They can still fly around and jingle and pull the sleigh, but no one really gives a shit because any reference to snow and the North Pole in Florida is more often than not met with either a blank stare or "Are there igloos in Toronto?" Not even kidding. Bless their hearts, but I'm not even kidding.

I'm angry about being cold and I don't want to write anymore. I got a sort of gig writing for blogTO, and that's fun. Maybe one day I can get paid to do this. Hurr.