:: Friday, November 12, 2004 ::

Two nights in a row now there has been an eery, thick fog hanging down into the Kitsilano streets. Last night I walked past a fire truck inexplicably parallel parked, surrounded by fog and under a halo of streetlamp light. I wished I had my camera.

I say that about once a day: "I wish I had my camera". I really should start lugging it around with me.

The temperature in this city keeps dropping, degree by degree, and I feel it in my extremities. Tonight my nose was cold in a movie theatre. My fingers are constant icepicks. Under my armpits, under a blanket, in front of a space heater... the blood refuses to enter. My red blood cells are like soldiers on orders to invade Russia... retreating or rebelling or just plain dropping dead before they get there. Last night it took me over 45 minutes to get to sleep. I noticed this because I looked at my clock and was shocked that after 45 minutes of rubbing them together beneath a down comforter, my toes were still ice cold. I had to put socks on. SOCKS. IN BED. It's just so, so wrong.

I'm a frosty girl.


~song~ Al Green - Let's Stay Together

:: Katy 1:58 a.m. [+] :: ::