so the airplane cold turned into an airplane flu, and i was knocked out in bed all day yesterday which is weird because i just had this kinda flu thing, and the weird thing is both times i had a little to drink the night before...not a lot, certainly not enough to be THAT sick with, but now i'm worried.

my father can't drink. deathly allergic to it, makes him hideously sick the next day. and i'm thinking, and i've thought this before that it's quite possible it's making me sick too now. which is upsetting.

so amidst the emails from my mother asking me if there is blood in my vomit, if i have right upper quadrent pain, if my back hurts and if so where? it has been concluded that i have an ulcer which if you didn't know also explains my 'chronic cough' as my mother calls it. so being the BMH she is, she's placed me on a no alcohol, white food, diet with a little pill every like 3 hours in an attempt to re-line my stomach or whatever from the ulcer that BMH probably freakin gave me.

and everything is so weird.

i'm moving january 1st. it's surreal. it's such a nice place and i am so very very excited and can't wait to get in but i HATE moving and i HATE moving alone i'm always moving ALONE and i HATE IT. gonna grab some boxes today ish and start packing books etc. tricia and hip attachment are moving the end of the month to britain. gob's x is apparently moving up here. it's just so WEIRD everyone's movement and moving and i'm kinda sitting here with all my own shit to do telling people what kind of currency they have there, what the neighbourhoods in toronto are named, what grocery stores to go to, and what neighbourhoods to stay away from while everyone else shoots off emails to me, long and indecisive, and worried, which should in turn make me anxious and crazy but in fact is making me very calm while i enjoy a plate of rice and bread and drink my herbal tea.

molly and cash are like best friends now. it's so cute. but molly has this stupid little sponge ball that she somehow and honestly, i don't know why or how throws with her paws under the couch incessantly. then she lays on her side, and gets her head almost all the way under the couch kinda whining, the cash comes and tries...then i get down on the floor and they both get so excited they jump on my head and lick me and on and on and on it goes all morning. they're so weird and will so very very much enjoy a HOUSE. A HOUSE! WHOAH.

and i guess that's all the news.

my head hurts.