I just woke up from the strangest dream in the world, but all I can really remember from it was seeing Patrick Pentland on the streets of Toronto. And he gave me an evil look, of course.
I wish I could fast forward through this weekend to avoid everything associated with my birthday. This weekend will be bad. I know it.
Definite theme song of the day: Rufus Wainwright - Instant Pleasure.
I think my other journal has become what this one once was.
'My telephone never rings...' - Sloan
