2007
It occurred to me today that I get to buy (and read) The Story of the Little Mole… for my niece/nephew. And that, my friends, makes me very, very happy. (I own the book in four languages, one copy of which came with a stuffed mole, and I will only be satisfied in this life when I have ALL the versions.) I am also told that the story is MUCH funnier and “earthier” in the original German and in Czech. 
(I also have Dutch and English.)
Canadian weather is very subjective. Yesterday and today? GORGEOUS. Today at lunch I was running errands, and left my coat in the car. And I was still a bit sweaty. I swear we have bits of plant DNA for how days like this feed our souls. And yet, if it was July, I (and my fellow countrymen) would be bitching up a storm about how cold it is.
Somehow enjoyment of hip hop (which has among the most misogynistic lyrics of any music) and feminism manage to co-exist inside myself and many other modern wimmins I know.
One of the girls on my team resigned (we got the announcement today). I am very happy for her. She’s smart and got mad skillz and has been wasted here for a long time. (I mean they have not been using her skills, not that she’s a functioning alcoholic.) Of course, other people’s resignations always make me want to bolt, too.
I am getting the tattoo itch again. Time to go consult with Tora. The old intermittent desire to pierce a nostril is back, too. We’ll see.
The books I ordered for my brother and Patience have come in. I am picking them up after work. New books are always exciting, even if they’re not for me.
I’ve been having to take time off work for too damned many appointments lately.
Surprisingly tasty. Tasted a fair bit like roasted pumpkin seeds.
I really want to give these folks a go, but it’s sucky that I live alone, have an apartment-sized fridge, and work all day. (One rarely feels like whipping up big meals or batches of food on weekday evenings.)
