Boozing for Brantford

Weird how things have a way of balancing themselves out. Whenever I’m feeling down (as I have been for the last little while), something always happens to make my day. I remember sitting and looking very calm but my insides would turn in rapid, heavy, unsteady:
(a) anticipation
(b) dread
(c) unexplainable feelings
(d) all of the above

Do you ever get that? As if life is going on as normally as it can, but somehow you’re yearning for something more; you’re so filled with emotion that has no origin or purpose, a full stomach but the waves of hunger continue.

I am better now, inside and out.

If buses work out for today, I’m off to visit Kate and her bf in Brantford.

Finally, a conversation I had with the shipping guy this morning:
Me: “hey Dave, are you the one I call if I want to move a crate somewhere?”
Dave: “Well… *slurpping of coffee* under normal circumstances, no~
Me: “But…”
Dave: “But maybe for a special case…
…
Are you feelin special?”
Me: “uhhhhhh… It’s Friday. Everybody feels special.”

Do you think, he thinks I’m special? Because there’s gotta be somebody around here to move that crate!!!