• I had forgotten what zero degrees feels like on the walk to work. Thanks for reminding me. Next up for reminiscing over: snow. #

I think I’m coming down with a cold. I haven’t been blarghing because every evening when I’m finished my run I fall asleep. It’s five kilometers after dinner and game over for me.

This week has been shitty.

Sunday night I went to see Burn after Reading. It was pretty funny. Boybot and I went with a friend. His name is funny enough to be a fake pseudonym. But it’s his real name. Anyway, the point is (see what I did there? I demand that you LOL) as we were leaving the theater some kids set off some fireworks. Hilarious! Given that I’ve been reading the local news lately, I know there have been shootings and stabbings and arsons (oh my!) a-plenty lately. So what I’m trying to say is: when these kids set off the fireworks I thought someone was getting shot at. And I thank them for that, because I needed to have a bit of a shake up and to have some fun prodded at my paranoia. So thanks, kids! For the heart attack.

Monday was a pretty average day. Not a whole lotta stuff happened. I made fun of some people at work, they made fun of me, we actually did some work. It was average.

Yesterday was more interesting. I got an e-mail from my mum. Or a forward, from her mum with references to her mum. Do you follow? Neither did I. After doing some complex mathematical equations and setting up a pivot table in excel, I figured out that my grandmother has cancer. She’s one of the healthiest and physically active people in my family, so it’s surprising. On the other hand, she worries incessantly and had the same pre-cancerous cancer causing surgery that claimed boybot’s mom. The good news is that the doctors think they actually dissected most of her cancer when they did the biopsy. The weird news is that they said, “you have cancer, come back in a year and we’ll see if you still have it.”

A few minutes later I was stuck at work because someone had decided to tape a package to a pillar on a nearby building and some other person called 911 who called the bomb squad who called a lock down/evacuation which caused blockades and locked doors and I was stuck at work but what I really needed was to go to the mall and buy new bras because I somehow without leaving the apartment lost all of mine along with the period key on my keyboard.

So today, boybot’s company announced that they had sold. I’m not really sure what that means in the long run, but short term everything stays the same. It could be really good, it could mean better pay and benefits. It could also mean no more working from home, or getting laid off, or some other shitty thing. I’m glad I don’t work there anymore, I know that. I was also shocked at how little the company sold for. For 40 years worth of positive client relations, they sold for the value of a nice house (in this city).I have theories about the selling price. Theories that include debts. Yeah, I have no idea why I would be concerned.

Plus I don’t feel good, so even drama-lite is too much drama for me today.

And then my little brother called. When has THAT ever happened before? Never! It was fun talking to him. After I figured out that nobody had died. And hard to understand him. His accent is ridiculously thick. Hearing him, you would never know we were related. He told me about how his girlfriend rolled her car 4 times last night and how on his way home from visiting her in the hospital (she’s ok!) he almost hit a moose. Three feet! And he didn’t even really care that much. It was just anecdotal. She rolled her car = great concern. He almost hits a moose = not that big a deal. He called my parents last night to tell them his story and my dad answered the phone. The conversation I’m told went like this:

father: hello, pretty good.
brother: hi dad, what are you up to?
father: homedinnerhousethings
brother: are you eating right now?
father: no
brother: are you cleaning up around the house right now?
father: no, nothing
brother: well, are you just sitting around the house? you must be doing something.
father: wine!
brother: oh, wine after dinner! what was the occasion that made you decide to have some wine?
father (after long pause): casserole!

After I heard that, I had to call my parents. I had to make fun of my dad, AND I had to clarify something. My pivot table informed me that my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, but my brother told me it was my great grandmother. That seemed more plausible, but pivot table! They don’t lie. It turns out we were both wrong, or both half right. Apparently they both have cancer. And my parents both have colds. And so do I. And everything sucks. Gotta go get some sleeps now.

• someone set off fireworks in the theater i was in. it did nothing for my paranoia. #