Tired and lonely

The house is empty, the only sounds coming out from the wind against the back windows and my computer speakers. The monitor seems a bit to bright in the dim lit room of the setting sun, but I decide that its just me. A shirts on the couch beside me, stained with the chocolate and cake of yesterday. An closed packages balances on the armrest, containing my videocard. But just like most of the day, the pain in my shoulders gets to me and I'm forced to reposistion myself.

Friday started off slow and ended fast. Went to my grandfather's house, only to remind myself of the divisions that linger in my fathers family. I remember feeling happy though, I think I managed to get something done I hadn't in a while, but it doesn't seem to be significant enough for me to remember now. Either way, I left there happy, dropped of at a friends house to celebrate the holiday as well as the three birthdays that passed in the last week, although it was never brought up. They did what they always did, while I barbequed in the back, the smoke burned into my clothing for the rest of the day. That took me to play pool, won a couple, lost a couple. I'm improving, although I'm not sure what I'm doing to make it so. Finished the day off to come to my cousin's house where i just relaxed the night away.

Saturday I don't remember too well. Besides buying a single shirt at Stitches, going to winners for my first and probably last time, the day came to an end early, since the rest was basically killing time for Sunday.

Sunday came, and I was headed downtown in that new shirt. I took part in the easter parade down on queen street. I overlooked the fact that the ttc might no have access to the parade, and I was late running from woodbine to victoria park, weaving through the crowd on the sidewalk setting themselves up for the parade. I managed to make it on time, exhausted, to the three decorated stretchers of the East General Hospital showing. There was probably about 10 people, including the parents and their kids. So I put on the whitelab coat with holes (the last one left), and waited for the parade to start. An hour later, it started, and i pulled a decorated strectcher from victoria park to woodbine. It was fun, I mean, it was exactly as I thought it would be so there were no suprises or disappointments. There was still an annoying thought in my mind of how unmulticultural the crowd was, except for the odd asian family/group. Then again, I didn't get a chance to check out all of the various float/acts. It seemed more like people were there to advertise various things then celebrate easter.

The parade ended, and I was driven to the nearest station and I headed home. The subway oddly empty, so things were quiet. I got home, only to be dropped off later at my cousin's 1 year old birthday party. It was a good way to end the night, with all of my maternal relatives present. I always love to hang out with them, everything feel so normal and complete with them lounging around. I ended up doing alot of work, picture taking and cleaning the rented hall up. I was exhausted from the hustle earlier in the day and the heavy lifting in the night.

So now the room is darker than it was when I first started this post.

This is this cat. This is is cat. This is how cat. This is to cat. This is keep cat. This is a cat. This is dumbass cat. This is busy cat. This is for cat. This is forty cat. This is seconds cat. * Now go back and read the THIRD word in each sentence from the top. Betcha you can't resist passing it on

I got that to kill my time a couple minutes ago, passed it on to Jon who figures it took him more that forty seconds. Just reminds me more of how we haven't done anything together is a long while, too long. So I'm out for now, with the homework still left to do.