This morning I sat down at my sister's computer, put on a nice warm hoodie (it's cold), and was looking forward to talking on msn for the first time in 3 months (yes - I'm a nerd - no need to remind me). And alas. There is absolutely no one online. Right. That's because it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning and the only people that are awake are market-bound, sunrise-walking keeners and nerds trying to take advantage of being home for the weekend.

I've decided to get better this weekend. So when I go back to Ottawa on Monday I'm healthy and rearing to go. Hear that body! No more being sick! That should do it. I was just trying to think about what to write about and NyQuil jumped in my head. Because I took it the other night for the first time in my life. But that's not anything interesting. You know you should stop writing when the only thing you can think about is taking NyQuil for the first time. Ha ha.

Last night on the train a smelly, many-chinned man decided to befriend me. Not that there is anything wrong with holding a conversation with the person you're sitting beside. But when the person has headphones on, is half asleep and is varying between hacking up a lung and blowing her nose, it's probably not the best time to spring up a conversation about genetically altered insects. Just a hint.

* song of the moment: Ani DiFranco - Not a Pretty Girl *