I Used to Hate You

I don't feel nearly so bad or angry anymore. That was the beginning of the week. Man, I was just singing that Unicorns song, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" all day! Like, as soon as I got out of bed, in the shower, in the metro on my way to work, in the evening when I got back. Oh yes, my friends, Shakespeare was right. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned. The word loser came up a lot too.

But like I was saying, as of yesterday, I've been feeling a whole lot better. Maybe because it was finally Fred's birthday and I was looking forward to that. And today is The Stills in concert at Club Soda, and I was REALLY looking forward to that. Or maybe it's the whole time curing all ills thing. Anyway, I'm much better now and really happy. Fred and Anna are getting married! Fred proposed at his birthday dinner in front of all of us, it was brilliant. And then we all went to a big pool hall on Mount-Royal, la Boule Noire, and I sucked at pool and tried to play matchmaker but apparently failed. Oh well. It was tons of fun. Jen and Mark and I spent some time trying to define and distinguish paradox from irony, using Alanis Morrissette as context. Went on at length with Nick (of Jen and Nick) about George Bush and evangelical christians and the south of USA. Told Lisa Cardarelli her non-beau over the sea's flirtations were "a load of crap", but in a nice way!

Excellent night generally. I also, I confess it here, locked one of the bathroom stalls from the inside and then climbed out under the door. Weird. Very weird. But that's me, and I LIKE IT!