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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.

Plan A and Plan B

My insomnia has haold of me again. Now, I pretend to use it for good productive things. Like planning for the future.

My life is consumed at the moment in making plans for the next year or two. Sometimes, the best laid plans are the ones that keep things together until it's implement time.
Another thing I'm consumed with are the dogs, Marble and Buckley (the newest littlest cairn who will be two in April). They follow me everywhere like little old ladies. Alternatively, I feel like I have the animal planet following me around the house. It's endearing. Marble understands the words 'excuse me'. Buckley can't even figure out the basics of pooing outside.

I'm not kidding. No matter what I attempt to do.

My days these past few months have been filled with enough television to rot ones brain. In fact, I believe I can feel it happening already. I'd better attempt to save some for Columbia in the event I am accepted into their Master's program.

Columbia: I've applied and now I am waiting.

While waiting, I'm pretending I have not been accepted and am making plans to work for a few months on Manitoulin Island, acquire a car, drive off the Island with some savings and find a light, airy apartment in London to be near my nephews again. And jsut apply for another Master's eslewhere.

Today, I puttered around the house with a terrible cold and spent a lot of time lying down trying to rest. I'm still sick. Stupid cold germs.

And, I never thought I'd write this, but I've been watching a lot of cooking shows and the spirit has hit me. I've decided to try to become at least a somewhat competant cook. Here's hoping that no kitchens or body parts are not compromised.

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