Archive for February 13th, 2006

Torlo: Sep 7 2004 to Feb 10 2006

Monday, February 13th, 2006

Spanning three years!*

Torlo at De Dutch Pannekoek House Feb 2005

I loved Marlo before we started dating, and she knew it. I loved Marlo while we were dating, and she knew it. I love Marlo now that we’re not dating anymore, and she knows it. And I’m pretty sure she loves me. But some things you have to accept, and act on. That act took place over this past weekend. We had some damn good times, and I look forward to more…but in a different way. To quote Marlo’s favourite Vulcan from my favourite (Trek) movie: “You have been…and always shall be…my friend.”

*But only actually taking up 17 months.

Hepatitus T

Monday, February 13th, 2006

They switched my break times around at work and now my lunch break occurs just after the cafeteria closes. Bummer. I wanted to go to the Nice Cafe but they were closed too. Coincidentally I an into Sarah (the D&D docu gal) and we both went for lunch at The Foundation. We made hepatitus jokes but secretly I was scared (since I have disease-o-phobia). I ordered something that sounded good but I didn’t realize it was a sandwich. It was not bad, but it took too long to arrive in front of me so my new 45 minute lunch became a 55 minute lunch. It’s weird how I sometimes open up to people I don’t know that well about my personal life. Well it’s something to talk about anyway. Then I had to leave her to finish her meal alone.

Sleep…why have you turned on me?

Monday, February 13th, 2006

I’ve decided while I was going through my old blog entries that I’m not going to list the news tidbits as I have been doing for a couple of years. I hope that’s okay with you all.

I will, however, remark on news items that I actually want to comment on. Such as:

The Heart and Stroke Foundation of Canada is recommending that the government offer tax breaks for gym memberships and exercise equipment, and no GST on healthy food purchases. I think this is an outstanding idea but I don’t hold out hope.

Sleep has been my friend and my enemy this weekend. My friend when it comes, and my enemy when it leaves. This morning I woke up at around 6:30ish. It was some truck going past the building, I’m sure. That’s not unusual but normally I can get back to sleep. After about 5 minutes awake my mind started buzzing with troublesome thoughts and I knew I wasn’t going to get back to sleep just by willing it. That’s 3 nights in a row and I’m pretty out of it at work. I keep doublechecking my work. I got up to find something that I could watch - X2 seemed to work ok for me Sunday morning. I’m glad I taped all those episodes of classic Trek while I was working at home because it wasn’t long after I plugged in Star Trek Memories with Leonard Nimoy that I at least got a little more shuteye. When I woke up it was already into the episode with the salt-eating shapechanger. I don’t know if it’s the drone of the VCR or that Spock’s shenanigans occupy my higher brain functions, but I’m thankful. THANKFUL!