Saturday

Wall in a parking lot, Montreal, January 2006

It was a weird Saturday, but I got some writing done. Mental note: don’t add big things to stories at the last minute. It takes a long time to work them into the cracks and crevices.

Got to see ALH coach hockey last night. That was fun. I watched, this time, from the climate-controlled perspective of the upstairs bar/observation deck, while I tippity-tapped away on the computer. I’m so dedicated. I also got to go to play rehearsal for part of the day, yesterday. It’s strange to be reminded of my former life as a thespian.

Hm. Now, it’s after 8:00. Since it’s Sunday, and since I’m in Canada, and I’m not the Sunday School president up here, I’m going to go back to bed :) Yay, sloth!

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