Done with it?

Another long week is dragging itself to a close.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm in this business, especially after a day like today. But going for drinks with Kavi tonight was the best thing for me.

Spending time with her reminds me that yeah there is a lot of shit to be dealt with, but there will be shit with any job and I love making television. It's that simple.

I was stressing tonight while things were falling apart in the control room and there wasn't much I could do to solve it other than keep calm and thankfully it looked nearly flawless on air.

Sometimes what I do is great.

Sometimes what I do sucks.

Doesn't mean that I don't long for some stability in my life. This career hardly caters to that and I know that I have to search it out on my own, even if it means that it's a lot more work than I care to throw in.

But who has time to think about that now. My post work medicinal gin has made me sleepy and in need of my bed.

Another long weekend....

What a grand ol' start to the first long weekend of the summer.

After a whirlwind weekend out of province and week that felt like I had worked one hundred days I was ready to let loose this long weekend. I was set up for a stellar Friday night. I did some laundry (as any good 20something does on a Friday night in May) and was nestled into bed well before 10:30 (I know I better slow down!).

I was having the sort of deep sleep that has eluded me for months now. It was the kind of sleep that feels so cleansing and refreshing when you manage to score a solid eight hours straight of it. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.

My sleep was rudely interrupted by some douchebag on a cell phone at 230 AM. It sounded as if this young gentleman was standing below my bedroom window and yelling at the top of his lungs so that I could hear his half of the conversation. Which may not have been so bad if it wasn't for the content. "No, I still have the condom. She wanted me to do it all over her face."

I hope he didn't have to pay her extra for that. What a gentleman.

Lovely.

Nearly 3 months.....

As it has been almost three months since my last post, I figured it was high time that I got my butt in gear and got back into writing.

There has been nothing overly exciting that has kept me from here, except for a slight effort to disconnect myself in an attempt to deal with life.

But it turns out that no matter what, life keeps on churning away no matter how much sometimes you wish that it would slow down.

Peaches is in San Diego -- it looks like rehab is going well and fingers crossed he will be walking on his own in the not-so-distant future.

I'm still kicking it in the QC, working my butt off and planning my next great escape (which for those interested will involve a week in San Francisco with my Ma, at the end of June).

Ok. I think this is a good start back in.

It's spring and everything seems so fresh and new again. Hopefully that's true.