Feb 25, 2024
No work today. I worked the last 6 days. I haven’t heard back from any other jobs. I hope something changes.
I’m really bored. I feel so directionless. I don’t know what to do.
I can make music, but then I feel like I’m wasting time by not trying to find a new job. I also feel like I’m supposed to be researching this ESL stuff.
I guess I can just dedicate an hour a day to doing job stuff, an hour a day to doing blog stuff, and an hour a day to music stuff. That’s actually pretty good.
Douma left for France today. We hung out twice over the last few days.
Yesterday she texted me about an event at the beach. It was a drumming circle for the full moon. She was going with some travellers that she was staying with.
I went along. Douma and I took the bus together. We walked around for a bit. The sky was amazing.
Her friends arrived and we found the drummers. At first I wasn’t really interested. But then I got a tambourine and I had a lot of fun. There were tons of people. Many of them were dancing.
It was pretty cloudy but the moon made an appearance for a little while. It was a nice way to spend my last day with Douma.
She told me she had been tempted to cancel her flight. She was thinking of hitchhiking to go visit Pierre. He’s volunteering at a music festival for a few days. She decided it probably wasn’t a good idea.
I noticed that she had changed her phone wallpaper to a photo of the two of them. It must feel weird for her to be going home. Especially because her and Pierre got together at the end of her trip.
I’ve been thinking about Toronto quite a bit. I’ve been thinking about how weird it would feel to be home. I’m sure after a week it would feel normal again.
I miss the Beaches, though. It’s such a nice neighbourhood.
The albatross circled his prey. He waited until just the right moment. Then he shot down like a meteor. He grabbed the baby goose right out of my hands. I tried to fight the bird. I was no match. The thief took my baby away.
The planet was shaking. The times were changing. Everyone knew it. I was keenly aware, myself.
I thought about old memories of card games with friends. We’d tried our best to have fun. We really wanted to make great memories. But everyone got pregnant, as they always do.
Our outfits became less trendy. The beer disappeared behind rows of breast pumps. The power tools and bikes were melted down for sheet metal. Everything changed. Love turns to little larvae lads.