Not a lot going on these days.

I have had trouble sleeping the last couple of nights. So last night I went to bed late, in the hope that I would be more tired. And it worked. So maybe I have turned things around. That would be nice. Yes indeed.

The painting is still going on outside my door.

Which is there, my door. In the back. You can see the green around it. That’s the old colour. Green with white sort of speckles. They’re painting over that, with another green. Although the new paint there almost looks white. Very, very, very, very light green. But I guess that’s a grounding layer. More green will come over it. Or something. I’m not a painter, don’t ask me to explain it!

There’s still a plastic sheet over my door. With a gap at the mail slot. But my peephole is covered. That annoys me. I have come to like my peephole. Every time I walk past the door I cozy up to the door and peek out through the hole. And since my bathroom is next to the door I get to peek out every time I have to go to the bathroom. And with my drinking problem that happens a lot. Anyway, I find it funny to peek out. Most of the time I just see an empty hallway. Then sometimes I’ll get paranoid and half expect a gang of young thugs to be standing outside, cocking their guns and preparing to slam my door in. Or building a fire in the hallway, throwing gasoline around. Or if I get really worked up then I start to imagine that there will be some kind of BOB-from-Twin-Peaks-like demon slinkering up the stairs towards my appartment. Eep! You know that fisheye effect can be rather creepy.

I haven’t actually seen any demons yet though. Sometimes I’ll see some real people walk by and then I’ll feel like quite the spy. But right now I can’t peep at all. I hope they’ll be done painting soon.

They’re all out of giant santas in the supermarket, by the way. Been gone for a week or so. They were popular! I wonder if people will throw them out when christmas is over, like christmas trees. Probably not.

Debster asked about dreamcake. This is dreamcake. I love the topping. I usually eat most of the topping before I get halfway through the bottom layer. Reminds me of that muffintop episode of Seinfeld. If they started selling dreamcake topping then I’d be a happy camper. Bit of better picture.

Who knows what dreams may come.

My internet has started dropping out again. Dammit. It’s been working perfectly for the last week or so. Which means it can’t be something at my end. It must be my ISP’s fault. Cross my fingers that it won’t keep flaking on me.

My appartment block is being painted. On the inside. There was a vote to decide the colour in each block. I got the results a week or so ago. All colours received 0 votes. Haha. Nobody voted at all. That’s a little sad actually. But really, I didn’t care what colour they picked. Now it ended up green. And work has begun. My door is all taped up and so are much of the walls and floors and everything. I hope they’ll be done soon. I don’t like having the painters walking around outside all the time. No offense, I know painters are awesome people! Just not standing outside my door. Yesterday I could barely get out because they put a ladder right in front of the door. I’m afraid that I’ll open up the door and there will be a paintbrush running down my face because they chose that very moment to paint my door.

Except the doors aren’t going to be painted, so that’s not really likely to happen.

Other than that, a quiet day with chicken leftovers and dreamcake.

Oh yes, happy thanksgiving to whom it may apply. Things I am thankful for include: you who are reading this, my family who has supported me so much during my move, the people at TMU, the guy who invented cola and of course the goats, above and beyond.