1:13am
Robert and I had a typical long debate tonight. Nothing has changed. That can be
interpreted as either a good thing or a bad, depending on who you ask. He was surprised to
hear I was leaving on Sunday, he thought I had another whole week. I want to attempt some
quality time with him before I leave, but that may prove difficult given his tendancies
toward procrastination and fickleness. I don't want to think about this anymore tonight.
Goodnight to all of Canada as you rise to start your day. 1:17pm
i'm guessing around 3:30pm (i really gotta get a new watch)
I am reacquainting myself with the intricasies of Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness,
an album I've been neglecting for too long. I borrowed Robert's copy and am listening to it
in the lounge room.
Amy told me the other day that she had been listening to Smashing Pumpkins and Emm
Gryner and celebrating the fact that she could count the days til I get home on both hands.
She said she'd discovered that Mellon Collie, the song, was very romantic and she said that
when Shaughn and I get married we should play it at the wedding. I still find it more sad
than romantic. But maybe. If Billy Corgan will come to the ceremony and play it in person.
Then maybe. :) I saw a Pumpkins film clip
on MTV yesternight and it made me smile big. It somehow reminded me that Shaughn is
more worthy than any other obsession I've ever had. He is my favourite and best obsession.
And it's reciprocated, which is infinitely better.
Since I've started gushing and I happen to be staring at the Christmas tree as I write, I thought I'd share a romantic experience I had with this tree recently. I told Robert the story yesternight and he only made fun of me a little and then told me that my "friends and family would probably like to hear that story" here in my tour diary. It is quite simple and goes like this:
I stretched my feet out into the light from the Christmas tree, wiggled my toes against its lazy blinking, and suddenly felt very warm. Now this might sound strange to some, but the tree started channelling Shaughn and I could feel him very close to me. I whispered to the tree to let it know I recognized its effort and then to Shaughn who was all around. I lay there watching television for a long time afterward and it felt like it feels when I'm watching tv with Shaughn, which is a very distinctive and specific feeling quite unlike any other I have with him. That's the story. Not too dramatic and not at all what Robert was expecting when I told him, "I had a romantic experience with your Christmas tree the other night."
sometime later than 3:30pm
Since Shaughn pays so much attention to the clues of cookies and
chips and tomato sauce,
he should probably also know that I've been swimming laps everyday this week and everyday
I can do 1 or 2 more laps than the day before. That's all, a clue.
5:34pm
It's been a long time since I've had the inclination to devote all my attention to listening
to an entire album in one sitting. I must learn to do that more often. I am all filled up with
Billy's voice now. Yum.
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