December 27–30, 2001 — One more day until what?

To say that my heart wasn’t in this entry would be a major understatement, and after reading it over a few hours after posting it, I wrote and posted a new journal entry so that as few people as possible would see this one. It’s not interesting at all, so I recommend going to the entry before or the entry after this one and reading it instead. I’d outright delete this one, but I haven’t deleted an entry yet and I don't want to start now...

Over the last three days, I have watched Wonder Boys, Willow, Series 7, and six hours of Sopranos episodes. And there’s probably something else that I’ve forgotten.

Needless to say, my productivity is higher than ever.

But moving back a bit to December 27: Not having gone to Peterborough the night before, I woke up in my own bed and decided to go downtown. Pages was having a 20%-off sale, so I bought The Middle Stories by Sheila Heti. My sister was given the same book for Christmas, and I remembered having enjoyed the story “Mermaid in the Jar” when I read it excerpted in a magazine article that I found on the kitchen table at home a long time ago. They didn’t have the book by Jan Tschichold that I was looking for, though.

I was going to go to a movie, but the theatre was too crowded, and I was pretty sure that student discount wouldn’t be working while the holidays were still on. I’ll wait until the week after next.

Then I rented DVDs and went numb for the rest of the night.

Andrew brought me another DVD the next afternoon, and that day was mostly a write-off as well.

On Saturday, Jeff called and we went downtown to look for an RF modulator to convert the RCA output from his DVD player into a coaxial output. We walked around quite a bit before we found one. I still don’t have a winter jacket, so it was cold.

We went back to Jeff’s house, RF modulator and a sealed copy of Willow in hand, and Jeff worked on getting everything setup and plugged in.

Jeff had warned me that Amy was going to try to convince me to go with them to their friend’s cottage for New Year’s Eve. I apparently have an invitation from their friend and a drive there. So Amy eventually got to work on convincing me that I was going.

Before I had left Jeff and Amy’s house, we had watched Willow and Series 7, but I was still noncommittal as far as making the trek out to their friend’s cottage was concerned.

I took the subway home.

Amy called the next day. She and Jeff informed me that I was going to their friend’s cottage the next night, and I gave up arguing. They still haven’t called me to explain how I’m going to be getting there, but I’ll probably hear from them eventually.

And today. Today it feels like a Sunday from when I was younger, when it would be bright enough that I could see the dust particles hanging in the hair. On days like that, I wouldn’t want to do anything, and sitting around and staring at walls would feel just fine.

For some reason I couldn’t quite talk to people today, either. The words just didn’t come and I was very self-conscious of how uninterested I sounded even when it was completely unintentional.

I couldn’t write this journal entry earlier, either, no matter how much I tried. So I cleaned my room.

Then Elaine came over with pizza that she and Andrew had picked up.

After dinner, I tried to read more of Lord of the Rings, but I started to fall asleep after ten pages. I woke up an hours later. I had been drooling on the pillow a bit. I felt very attractive. Then I wiped the drool away.

So yes. If all goes according to Jeff and Amy’s plan, I’ll be in a cottage an hour from Oshawa tomorrow night instead of bringing in the new year on my perch in front of the computer. This means that I won’t be able to kiss Boo at midnight, but I guess there’s always next year.

And as an aside, this is probably the worst journal I’ve posted in a long time. It just feels completely off, but I wanted to write something before I left tomorrow night. A bad call, probably. Ideally, though, it will give me more incentive to post a journal as soon as I get home on Tuesday in order to get rid of this one. Ideally.