March 29, 2022
It’s a sunny day, but it’s very cold. I’ve been reading all morning. I’m almost done ‘Mile 18’. It’s a pretty long book. I’m excited to have some shorter books to read.
Each day I get more and more excited by the prospect of leaving Toronto. It feels slightly more real each day. There’s still so much to do. I’ll feel much better when I get that fucking passport. I’d like to buy a ticket as soon as possible, just to save money. I don’t know how I’m gonna do that, though. I’ve also gotta apply for the Visa. Once I’ve got the Visa and the plane ticket I’ll be really excited.
I sorta got my monitor working, but not really. I still can’t get it to work with the Mac’s lid closed, which was the whole point. I’ve put my MacBook Pro away for now since there’s no point in using it with that monitor if I gotta keep the lid open. I figured out how to get the monitor to work with this laptop.
I gotta start on April’s song. I also wanna call her soon. I haven’t talked to her in a while. I gotta go downtown to an open mic sometime this week. Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday nights I’m free.
I’ve gotta find some way of doing photography with other people. I should just do street photography in the meantime. I wish I lived closer to downtown. I’m so lazy about getting down there. It’s kinda pathetic of me.
I had a dream where my crush called me on the phone. We talked and I was so excited in the dream. I woke up thinking how cruel of a dream it was. I have those types of cruel dreams involving her. It seems pretty mean of Jesus to keep giving me those dreams. Something I was thinking about that made me feel better was that I don’t really remember ever laughing with her when we hang out, and I think it’s pretty important to me that I’m able to laugh with someone I date.
I wanna hook up with a girl and just cuddle and hang out. I don’t really wanna date anyone but I’d like to just have some fun. I do want to wait until its been about a year and when the weather becomes warmer.
No More Sounds
As I was sewing my mouth shut I suddenly realized that I’d forgotten to call my grandma to tell her to put my clothes in the dryer. I stomped my feet in frustration. I had tried to make sure I’d said all I needed to say before I went ahead and sewed my mouth shut. I ran over to my grandmas place and knocked on her door.
“Come on!” Said a voice through the door. I pushed it open and entered. She was on the computer playing virtual chess. She looked up from her game. “What do I owe this unexpected visit?” She asked with much warmth.
“Mm-Hmm-Hmm!” I grunted, forgetting that my mouth was sewn shut.
“What’s that?” She frowned. “Use your words! Grandma can’t hear so well!”
I grabbed a piece of cardboard from the recycling bin and found a marker. I wrote her a message in big black letters. I held the board out in front of her. She squinted from behind her glasses and mouthed the words I’d written.
“I’ve sewn my mouth shut,” she began. “I have to go to work now, but can you put my clothes in the dryer when they’re finished being washed?” She finished reading and glanced up with a puzzled look.
I nodded.
“Ok,” she whispered. “But may I say that I already miss the sound of your soft voice. I am sad to know I will never hear your words again.”
I nodded in agreement, bent over to hug her tight, and then raced out the door to make it to work on time.