The boring shopping list

{two days ago}
It was a good day at the gym
Yes, of course you are wondering why I bother living, breathing, and then, of course, why I tell you these things about my life. I mean, who the bloody ___ cares?

Without further ado, let us lightly dismiss your concerns and move down the shopping list.

{yesterday}
It was a good day at the bar. I met lots of people. I drank about 6 drinks and met people in a non-law school environment. Suddenly they seems relatively normal. I then generated self-esteem as yet wholely unjustified by the present state of my gym regime. I left and tried to walk home in an effort to burn ze calories. After walking exactly one million and two miles, i.e. about two-thirds the way to my ten million mile away residence, I realised that a t-shirt isn't cutting it for the vancouver winter, i.e. the winter is severely cutting into the bloody t-shirt. I hopped in a nightbus, went home, slept and had a strange dream about showing up in England with a whole lot of luggage (money and passports securely packed in there) and then losing it by not getting off at the railway station that the luggage was headed for. The dream was characterised by the building and gently stunning realisation that I might lose the whole thing, the kitten-caboodle on account of not having taking seriously my father's contention that I should keep photocopies of my passport.

I wonder if this has something to do with my desire to get cdn citizenship? time will tell. time will tell.