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-- Point form because I am tired and melancholy right now.

-- Melancholy because we started the process of cleaning out my parents' things in their apartment and taking stuff, and that's no picnic. I am also saddened that there isn't all that much that I can find that has a sentimental attachment. I dunno, she must have chucked everything old or something. I don't know..... But I did sneak a photo album of their going-away party when we moved from B.C. And I looked at it tonight and that is what made me melancholy. My dad's Detachment, since he was the boss, put together this huge book of pics of our house and the town and the lakes and the mountains and parades my dad led, and parties and his staff and ball teams and their yearly formal Balls, and then their going away party plus cards from people, and it was just too much. And you know how I always am stuck on "the move" and how traumatic that was and stuff? Well, it brought back so much sadness and I wondered how it affected my mom to leave her kids (well, except me) two provinces behind, and go to a city I know she hated to go to.... And then I thought "I am more self involved than the characters on Dawson's Creek, except I don't have cool background music." LOLOL, but yeah, it's the shitty memories and hurts that keep us up at night.

-- I am also melancholy than I know secretly that the pastor that I spoke of before is leaving town. He's the one my wife, who is pretty much an agnostic, told me to talk to - if that isnt a sign, I don't know what is - anyway, I hear they are leaving. And so I'll use that as an excuse not to further my spiritual path. Ok, so I am cynical right now... anyway, whatever.

-- I cooked the fucking best meatloaves tonight. God bless that fucking Kraft magazine thingy - it was those ones you do in muffin tins, and the kids asked for seconds.

-- I keep wondering when my sadness will annoy people.

-- I still have half my mom's dentures in my closet. I can't throw them out. Does that make me crazy?

-- I wonder why I am so hot at night all the time. I sweat like Dom fucking DeLouise at night. Am I going through some sort of andropause? Am I fevered at night? Do I have Dengue Fever?

-- Can I purchase Maple Leaf bacon? I'd like to cook my family an artery clogging breaky tomorrow - I'm willing to risk it for bacon.

-- I've changed my underwear preference after a decade. I seem to be going from boxer-briefs back to briefs. I don't know why, but I am at peace with my decision.

-- You know how I vote provincially for the NDP but federally for the Liberals because I don't want to throw my vote away on the federal NDP? Well, this time, I will vote for the NDP federally because Dion is just a plain old fucking retard. Really, he is. And I don't want to sound like a xenophobe, but learn to speak better English, you dork. And I still have issues with my mother who voted for Harper last time. Well, this time, I will be giving Layton my vote. I have so many conservatives in my life, and I've learned you just have to love them for the misinformed fools that they are.....

-- I am gonna make a big honkin' cauldrin of borsht tomorrow. Did y'all know I make the world's best borsht? Well, I do.

-- I want to go to bed but I need the washer to finish. Did you know our washer takes 48minutes for a normal load to complete? With that amount of time, you'd think Hop-Sing was crouched in my laundry room ironing my shirts or something.

-- Jacqueline Smith's facelift doesn't look creepy, really, but I wonder what it looks like without make-up on (she was just on tv)

-- My darling wife taped the View for me yesterday because Chelsea Handler was on, and now everything is scripted. Like, there was no spontinaety - I can't spell that word - anyway, it was all scripted. And Whoopi has a big honkin' neck tatoo thingy, and you all know how I think tattoos look like cheap trailer trash markings. Well, if you thought she was hideous before the tattoo, you ain't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.

-- I wish I could just sit back and listen to Jackson Browne all evening.... nothing like some jackson to make your melancholy even more melancholic.

-- The washer has stopped, so I better get to bed. Sorry for the boring posts. Maybe October will bring more exciting posts.