I got out of bed at 5 p.m. today. It’s not like I had a late night because I was in bed by 11 p.m. For some reason I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I could barely keep my eyes open. Lisa phoned me earlier in the morning but after I hung up with her I fell back to sleep. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open to watch the football game. I don’t know what was wrong with me. Now I know it’s going to be difficult to sleep tonight.

I blinked and my four-day weekend is over. Tomorrow I work and then off to Ottawa I go on Tuesday. I am so so looking forward to getting out, and taking a break from it all.

It’s dark outside now. I should go for a run. I did escape the apartment about an hour ago to scoot out to Safeway. I had a craving for salsa. I ran into Damien, and we decided to have coffee. We had another lovely date at Tim Hortons by the McDonalds. Damien agreed to be my fictional boyfriend, if need be, when I am in the nation’s capital. Nice guy, Damien. I should adopt him.

I have all these pens in my apartment. Everywhere I look I see a pen. On my desk at work, there’s nary a pen. It drives me crazy. In my purse, I have at least five pens. I need to do something about these pens. They are driving me nuts. Anybody need a pen?