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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Tung oil, anyone?


Someone you don't know well will be out to get what he or she can from you. Consider what you can do from home to make your life better or more comfortable. Today is about you and the ones you love. 5 stars

When I read silly horoscopes, they make me not want to leave the house. My bed and I are currently at a stand-off. Insomnia has returned but then I didn't expect a reprieve for long. As I enjoy my first cup of hot coffee, I listen to the CBC in the background, and Buckley has had his time to frolic in the snow of the front yard, I plan a veggie breakfast at first light.

That's right, it's only 7 a.m right now, a perfectly acceptable time to be up and about in the morning but not if you've been awake since 2 a.m.

I *hate* this. I'm hoping that once I get back to work, my lack of sleep will cease to matter and I'll get on with the business of living. I plan on jumping headfirst into whichever job calls me first, and forgeting the pain of awareness. Darn Sartre.

Anyhow, it's a bit lighter outside now. I can scare my neighbours by donning an old winter coat, several scarves and a hat with ear flaps to walk Buckley around the block for a bit, if for just to enjoy another cup of freaking hot coffee when we get back.

Right now, I am considering applying Tung oil to my old hardwood floors. I feel the need to make them....pretty. This is ironic, since I haven't finished painting the kitchen yet. Ha.

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