It's time.

Everything's going to be okay!

Baby, baby, baby

My kid sister is sitting in the living room and it's pitch dark. She's got American Horror Story on pause, waiting for silence so she can resume watching.

As I walk by I am gripped with a sudden sadness over having to leave for Montreal again.

"I'm sad."

"Why?"

"I'm always sad."

"That's depressing." She hesitates. "I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that."

I laugh and leave the room.

Hisssss

So apparently 2013 was the year of the snake in the Chinese Zodiac. I was born in the year of the snake. My friend T tells me when it's your year you're cursed with bad luck (okay not exactly cursed; she told me it has something to do with Tai Sui and I don't really get it) until the next one. That might explain a lot of things if I actually believed in all that hoopla, but no, my misfortunes are entirely self-inflicted. It would be so much more convenient if I could blame it all on cosmic interference.

I just had a whole paragraph here with sentences that read like I was feeling sorry for myself again. I deleted it though because I told myself I wouldn't do that anymore. You hear me, brain? No more of that shit.

NO.

MORE.