My cat is pouncing on ants and then eating them. It’s quite entertaining. I just got home to an empty house, well except for the cat, and I’m eating a Coffee Crisp and decided to update. Woohoo. Tonight was lots of fun. Hanging out with Matt and Jon is always fun. They played me some of their new (and old) songs. Even with Jon being a sicky right now they are really, really talented. Now they just have to get off their butts and get out there. I want to be a groupie. You hear that boys!

Man I’m getting Coffee Crisp everywhere. What a mess. I have to go to bed soon, but hopefully I don't have any more nightmares about evil bunnies. I need all the sleep I can get before March Break is over. My March Break has been good this year. Trekked out to Ottawa. Visited Jess. Got drunk. Acted like a tourist. Slept in. A lot. Shopped. Ate a lot. Had fun. I think I already said that. Well it was a good time anyway.

When I was coming home on the train I was deep in thought and something hit me that occasionally tends to sideswipe me. For a little while I forget what the point of life is. Not in a superficial, high school melodramatic, “there is no reason left to live”, sort of way. In the way where everything seems kind of pointless. I mean, we’re born, we go to school, we grow up, we die, and then whatever comes next. And of course there are many wonderful and poignant points along the way but in the grander scheme of things the significant purpose is beyond me. But this thought is fuzzy in my head and I can’t quite figure out what I mean by it.

And then these thoughts are yanked away by the current and as much as I try to grasp on to them they have faded. Before I could figure out what they meant. My muscles relax and my hands unclench and all I am left with is the faint unsettling feeling in my stomach. And I feel really silly for getting so overwhelmed, because there is obviously a point to life. But I can’t get over that unsettling feeling in my stomach.

* song of the moment: Pearl Jam - Wishlist *