Saturday, 30 Septembre, 2006.
I'm several days behind in catching up wih messages, both on the blogs here and in real life.
Mary Ellen's birthday was three days ago- She's one of my favourite people on this planet and I haven't managed to wish her a happy birfday.
I haven't called my cousin to see if the ugly forces around him have pushed him into a nasty asthma or anxiety attack-
there's a list of people I should have called. a list of things I shouldda done.
This morning, wiff only about four (? felt like fifteen minutes) hours sleep- I went to check out a local auction to see if they had a shiny new utility trailer I could buy for maybe five dollars (Canadian) and saw what happens when reinicarnated vulture souls take over a junk yard at 9:30 am on a Saturday in Arnprior. -They're all walking around with canes or evene pushing wheel chairs, they all look like they could drop dead in front of you, and they're all bidding on junk that looks like it will fall apart as they're loading it into/onto their trucks and trailers that don't look like they're in much better shape than the junk they're bidding on. At one point I got the weird feeling that they're all faking their limps and gasping gates in an attempt to make you (me) feel sorry for them, so you won't bid against them (with their vulture-like stares and piercing, creepy eyes) because, they want you to believe, their children will starve if they don't have that piece of junk to sell to some other fool at a slightly inflated price, or maybe they'll just be so angry that you outbid them- that they'll go into a rampage and kill the wife and kids and feed them to their pet alligators or something.
Snarrr-
I probably should have disguised the town here, and not mentioned Arnprior, ya think?
.....TaleRocker