Sometimes I have to read my horoscope, and today it says "The sun's transit of the area of your chard that governs your vocation - that is, what you are destined to do with your life - urges you to be bold and follow your dream, not just for your own sake but also for the sake of people who depend on you".

Well that sounds good!

I went this morning to the new café beside my house on Dundas street, it's a Mexican café. It's so much nicer to get coffee and breakfast before school than to boil cereal and tea in my own dank kitchen. Why didn't I have my camera with me! I was in the habit of carrying it everywhere when I first got it, but I have mostly stopped because it makes my bag so much heavier. This place was so sweet with a bench by the window and blue and white china and a nice big mug of latte. I must go back with cam. Sweet coffee and pain au chocolat in a warm room with a rainy window and my polka-dot umbrella leaning against the wall outside and music playing, nice things like this help to put off the stress about school that is creeping around everywhere.

Also everything is green outside.

I spent the entire sunny afternoon in the library on the very hot fourth floor reading an entire book.

Bother.

Yesterday it rained all, all all day. After lying on the floor of the library trying to read I decided to skip my other class and come home. The bus smelled damp, mostly I could smell my scarf in my nose. It's technically a kefiyyeh from Afghanistan but I really don't wear it for any political association and wish there weren't any. When I got home I read an article on the couch and then fell asleep.
There's a skylight in our living room and I watched smoke floating above it before I slept. The wind was rattling it and it sounded like doors were opening and people walking around, even though I was home alone. I slept for an hour and was sorry to have to wake up, cranky to have to drag myself back from sleep. The apartment was cold because I'd left my bedroom window open that morning.
After having slept my face was flushed and looked soft and my bangs were pushed aside and eyeliner smudged. It looked good. I look nice after a nap. And the point of all this is to say I'm sorry there's no-one to see me when I wake up from napping in the afternoon.

Again, so soon, no? Afternoon phone call, "I'd love to do something today". A film, I cried, luckily I wasn't wearing so much make-up. Why did I cry about a goddam SS officer, sad or not? Hmph. Waffles on Yonge street and coffee until close (midnight?). Everything is pretty normal again, isn't it? We played American States and laughed a lot and talked about our parents and their sometimes still lingering love for one another.