I started a new book last night. Got into bed, carefully opened it (it’s a loaner from Sherry, they always look like no one’s ever touched them), and realized that the smell of paperbacks = Sherry in my brain. Newsprint and glue, that smell you get only for the first few pages. There are worse sense memories than new books. ๐Ÿ™‚

Rehashing this was even funnier to me than when it happened. ๐Ÿ™‚ Nothing like realizing you’re getting old… http://miserablebliss.ca/blog/2005/08/29/in-conversation-2/. Poor guy, being stared at at an intersection by some cougar in a bright green family sedan… Heh.

Today I don’t have to go to work. Today I get to go to Toronto for Movie Picking Day. It’s step three in the Film Fest process, following 1) buying the coupon book, and 2) researching WAY too many movies.

On Friday we had Chinese, and my fortune cookie said: This year will bring you great happiness. Funny. So I hollered, “I want this year to leave me the fuck alone!” and fed the cookie to the dogs. ๐Ÿ™‚ However, I should have known better. I am now highly suspicious that it was Deb poking at me, cuz several things have transpired in the last few days that are… vindication, in a way, for certain things that were issues for a very long time. Not quite to the proportions of a French farce, and no one’s gotten hurt, but… good. Thanks Deb, you awesome bitch. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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