May 15, 2002

I am uninspired, journal wise. I can't seem to think of anything that I want to write about. I'm a stagnant pond, layered with scum.

Yay! The neighbours from hell should be moving out today. We'll have this confirmed when we get home. If they are in fact leaving, there is a bottle of bubbly in the fridge that we are going to crack open. We thought about pulling up a couple of lawn chairs and toasting them with the champagne as they move their belongings out, but that might be a wee bit too obvious a display of our glee.

Yay! The Toronto Maple Leafs have made it into the third round of the playoffs. Some folks around Toronto are celebrating as if the Stanley Cup has already been won. Peoples? We're only half way there. Don't be blowing your wad just yet.

Nay. This is the first month anniversary of Sam's passing.

Yay! We're going to drive out to Brooklin this weekend to see if construction has (finally) started on our house. Fingers crossed.

To conclude this packed entry, I turn to All About Me for filler material, er, more insightful information.

MEASURE YOUR FEARS

You did:
- sing in front of a huge audience
- sit in the front seat of a roller coaster

You would:
- pet a snake
- ride in a hot-air balloon
- scuba dive
- deliver a baby
- change careers
- disappear for a long period of time
- walk through a forest alone at night
- join a space mission
- walk naked through New York City for 10 minutes during rush hour

You would not:
- spend a week in an empty room
- kill an animal
- sky dive
- swim across the Amazon River
- tell everyone what you honestly think of them
- call off your wedding
- walk up to Mike Tyson and call him a girl
- disarm a bomb
- clean the outside windows of a skyscraper
- draw a moustache on the Mona Lisa with a permanent marker
- go on tour with Elvis Presley

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