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Wow. So weird.
Nov. 7th, 2005 01:09 pmI actually got to sleep for about nine hours, which was delightful.
So weird were the dreams I had.
See, I have two main things to accomplish today; I must finish my essay for English and I must go to the bank to cash a cheque, which is in American funds. The former just requires a little time, the latter requires going into the bank and dealing with a teller, instead of, you know, using the ATM at any hour of the day or night.
And this needs to be done today, before I go to class. Basically, in the next two hours, I have to finish my essay, print it, shower and leave for the bank. (Really, I should have woken up earlier.)
All of this was incorporated into my dream, along with my friend PF. I dreamt I was in Ottawa with her (this is where she lives) and she was showing me her new apartment (she doesn't have a new apartment, BTW), and it got dark out and I'd been in the US (perhaps collecting my cheque in US funds?) already that day and now I was in Ontario and, dammit, all I wanted to do was to get home to Quebec.
P had me go to the grocery store to pick up sour cream. And milk. And I was looking for a bank, but they were closed, but there was an InstaCheque branch that was supposedly open, and I couldn't find it.
It ended up with P meeting her husband for dinner at a restaurant in a nearby mall while I wandered, looking for some method of cashing my cheque, and wishing to GET THE HELL out of Ontario.
I was almost grateful when my alarm went off.
In other news, Montreal had municipal elections yesterday. My grandmother (who lives in the same building I do) and I went to go vote, thanks to a lift from my dad. The thing about municipal elections is that it's a crapshoot. I didn't know anything about the candidates. I voted for the previous mayor as mayor of my little city-to-be (instead of being a borough, we're getting our city back!) and he lost to some young whippersnapper who's barely older than I am. The councilmember? Out of the four names on the list, I voted for the one who stopped by my apartment and left a flyer with "Sorry I missed you. -- Sam" handwritten on it because it was the only one I knew.
I love voting, I love elections, but municipal elections leave me unsatisfied.
Okay. Back to my essay, then shower, bank, Italian, English and possibly dinner with CR.
Oh. And I'm a-goin' to the hockey game again tomorrow! :D
So weird were the dreams I had.
See, I have two main things to accomplish today; I must finish my essay for English and I must go to the bank to cash a cheque, which is in American funds. The former just requires a little time, the latter requires going into the bank and dealing with a teller, instead of, you know, using the ATM at any hour of the day or night.
And this needs to be done today, before I go to class. Basically, in the next two hours, I have to finish my essay, print it, shower and leave for the bank. (Really, I should have woken up earlier.)
All of this was incorporated into my dream, along with my friend PF. I dreamt I was in Ottawa with her (this is where she lives) and she was showing me her new apartment (she doesn't have a new apartment, BTW), and it got dark out and I'd been in the US (perhaps collecting my cheque in US funds?) already that day and now I was in Ontario and, dammit, all I wanted to do was to get home to Quebec.
P had me go to the grocery store to pick up sour cream. And milk. And I was looking for a bank, but they were closed, but there was an InstaCheque branch that was supposedly open, and I couldn't find it.
It ended up with P meeting her husband for dinner at a restaurant in a nearby mall while I wandered, looking for some method of cashing my cheque, and wishing to GET THE HELL out of Ontario.
I was almost grateful when my alarm went off.
In other news, Montreal had municipal elections yesterday. My grandmother (who lives in the same building I do) and I went to go vote, thanks to a lift from my dad. The thing about municipal elections is that it's a crapshoot. I didn't know anything about the candidates. I voted for the previous mayor as mayor of my little city-to-be (instead of being a borough, we're getting our city back!) and he lost to some young whippersnapper who's barely older than I am. The councilmember? Out of the four names on the list, I voted for the one who stopped by my apartment and left a flyer with "Sorry I missed you. -- Sam" handwritten on it because it was the only one I knew.
I love voting, I love elections, but municipal elections leave me unsatisfied.
Okay. Back to my essay, then shower, bank, Italian, English and possibly dinner with CR.
Oh. And I'm a-goin' to the hockey game again tomorrow! :D
