I find that work is a lot more enjoyable when there is coffee involved. Lately I have been enjoying Moja Coffee at work, a gift from my Aunt Elaine who lives out in the Vancouver area. A friend of hers created the coffee company which sells organic coffee. You should visit the website.
Thank you for listening to my shameless plug for a friend-of-the-family's business.
Anyway, early-early this morning right before I woke up I had an extremely vivid dream that I had to go back to high school. In the dream I was back at Westdale trying to register for classes alongside countless young'uns. Throughout most of the dream I was in a state of mild panic because I was 23 in the dream, as I am in real life, and ENROLLING IN HIGH SCHOOL. Gahhhhhhhhh. It was one of those dreams that feels totally, absolutely real, and when I woke up I had to shakily convice myself it was all just a dream.
I'm thinking I had this dream because last week I registered for an online correspondence course to upgrade my high school transcript. There is nothing quite like the feeling of regression, even though I know that by doing this I am actually moving forward. Why didn't those high school guidance counselor jerks tell me I needed FOUR academic courses, not THREE, in order to go to university??? Now I have to take "Earth and Space Science". Oh the shame!!!!
Apparently it is supposed to snow this week. I am dreading this. Every single year I am one of those cynical meanies who tell everyone who says "it's finally spring!" that winter is NOT over, not by a long shot, and that the weather will probably get crappy again. But every single year I end up becoming prematurely excited about spring by April, only to get dumped on by snow. Like, an hour later. We should all fast and pray and meditate over scripture for warm spring weather. I'm serious.
Me and Val are moving. We found an apartment tonight. It's pretty small but it has a sweet balcony and east & south-facing windows.... bright! I love light..... it's gonna be sweet. Oh, and we'll have a really big fridge which will be REALLY sweet.
On a completely different note -
Let us sit in silent and awed appreciation of the sheer brilliance of this photo:
That is my bro Ian on the right. And, of course, JACK FREAKING BAUER on the left. Or Kiefer Sutherland. Or whatever.