Tomorrow, because I'm an idiot who can't say no, I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 so I can walk the kids I babysit to school. All I have to do get them ready for school, walk them there, and then go home. Oookay!

I think afterwards instead of going home, I shall mosey downtown. I was just down there on Monday, getting a money order and then lying to the government in order to get spiffy photo health card, but I think I'll go again.

One of my favourite things in high school was to go to Tim Horton's at lunch, drink disturbingly strong coffee, and read. I miss it. I think when I go back to Ottawa, at least one day a week I'll do this. I'm thinking Sunday morning, when the world's quiet and April's hungover and in bed with Loverboy.

I believe it will be good for my mental state, which as been not so good lately. This is probably because the few weeks my swiss cheese memory has been even holier and I keep forgetting to take my medication.

What's one more mentally unstable person wandering around downtown Owen Sound? I'll fit right it!