a wolf angel is not a good angel

The weird thing is, I’m not sure which home I am longing to return to.

Mostly I am spending the evenings reading, or online, or watching endless Law & Order. The problem with working in an office: too much interaction for me, and by the evening, I do not wish to actually *do* anything.

All Law & Order, all the time.

I don’t know, I’m not feeling tired. I slept in the car.

I updated to Firefox 1.5, and all my scrollbars have disappeared. Fuck. Now I’m stuck between ugly, themeless Fx, or old, themed, Fx, if I can revert.

Conveniently, Quebec has a site where you can notify all the government departments that you are moving, all at once. So I did so! Eventually I get around to these things. Mostly it was because I thought of it for the new election. Not that I hadn’t thought of it before, I just didn’t really do anything other than thinking. (My excuse: I didn’t have my tax info on hand.)

Few of the agencies will actually tell me if they’ve changed my address, though, so I just have to hope it works. The service says that my request “will be processed in the working days to come”.

With “new” used fairly loosely, since I predict that there will be another, very similar (though probably somewhat weaker) minority government whenever in January we have the election.

I can’t really think of anything to write, I am tired and feel suddenly sad and brainless. It is possible that claiming I am about to go on a break means I won’t.

I just missed being here by about 15 minutes. I was actually across the street at the time and saw it. It was sort of horrifying. I am ashamed that I stopped, watched. Worse: someone taking photos of it.

We saw Rent, which was — well, it didn’t take me the way it took lots of people I knew. The guy was very talented — it’s too bad he died — but this one lacked something. It’s also dated, of course, very of its time and place, and in a way that doesn’t, I think, bear up well over time. I look forward to seeing the movie, though, anyhow.

Sadly, I am not home this week. I am not really ecstatic about this; I had wanted more time — ALONE — in my place. Alas, it is not to be. Next week.

My knee is on an off period again, which is remarkably unpleasant. And I think I am holding my leg funny, too.

Matilda is very happy, especially when my guests leave the house so it can be just me and her, and Sammy hiding in the closet. Sammy is less happy, I think. He wants something, but I don’t know what. I think he wants to go outside, or he did — he’s stopped going near the doors, probably because it’s so cold. Maybe he misses the other cats. Or having more people to give him attention. I don’t know what he misses, really, but something. I feel like I ought to be apologising to him.

And to Matilda, who will be brought back to my parents’ house tonight because I am going to be away next week. Sorry, kitten.