I appear to have become a petty larcenist this week.

On Thursday night, when Star, Eric and I went for dinner at the Mongolie Grill, I swiped their incredibly cool red 'Zhujiang Beer' pen.

Today, when Rob and I went to the Tim Horton's, I liberated two black milk crates from their parking lot. They were just sitting there!

I suppose I should feel guilty, but they were things that have made me smile, and smiles have been hard to come by lately. I've been really dperessed the past couple weeks, for no particular reasons. It's different than my old depression but still really freaking annoying. And it keeps being compounded by little things going wrong in my life - like the gorgeous necklace Matt gave me last year breaking.

But somethings have gone well. We got Pest, Rob's cat, officially moved in tonight, and he seems to be adjusting okay. Granted he hasn't actually met the other two cats yet, but at least he's getting used to the house. Lucifer and Tino are going to be a whole other trauma for him, so maybe we'll just wait a day or two. But it was fun moving him in. Really hit home that as of next weekend, this is where Rob's going to live. That I'll get to see him every day, and go to bed with him every night. No feeling in the world can beat that.

Of all the things that scare me about moving to Ottawa next year, that one's pretty high up on the list - learning to sleep alone again.

I've been getting heck lately for not updating my blog. I apologize, but my life is just not that interesting anymore. I go to school, I go to work; I read and cook and watch tv. The most interesting things that happen to me are bouts of hysteria, depression or obsessive cleaning and I doubt anybody actually cares to hear about that. I certainly don't find it particularily fascinating - more of an annoyance. But in the hopes of not completely alienating my friends and other readers, I will try to update more often about the mundanity of my life. And on that note....

Things that could be construed as interesting happening in my life - a list by Pixie

1. On Saturday night I went to Val and Iain's 'Titanic' dinner. It was entirely last minute (Rob and I got invited on Thursday) so I had to borrow clothes from Shelly in an attempt to look vaguely period. If I can get a copy of the picture that was taken, I'll post it as, I think, I looked pretty good. And Rob was very sauve. The whole evening was wonderful! Check out Dave's blog for a fabulously accurate description of the event.

2. Jess and Katherine (in Ottawa) sent me the lease for our apartement next year, to sign and send back. As of May 1st, we will officially have an apartement. Whee!

3. My New Year's resolution was to keep a list of all the books I read this year. Just as a note, I'm at 53. That's approximately 15 books a month. Go me.

4. Rob bought me the fabulously adorable hedgehog hand puppet from work. I have named him Jean-Pierre. He has finger holes for all four legs, and the head, and he can turn inside out to hide when he's scared. I love him to bits. He makes hedgehog number 3 in the collection - Maurice (real), Claudette (toy), and now Jean-Pierre. Check out this photo album for photos of my hedgehogs.

5. The government sent me money. It wasn't a lot, but it was a suprise which is always a nice thing...

6. As of next weekend, our house will have acquired two more occupants: Rob and his rather large kitten, Pest. That's right, I'm going to be living with my boyfriend - any of who wish to flip out do so now, and quietly please. I feel like I'm becoming a grownup and I'm not sure that I'm ready to be an adult yet. Sigh.

7. Though I had to miss Sunday's game, which sucked, so far I'm really enjoying Dave's new Firefly game. I'm playing the River-ish character, for those who know the show, and it's a lot of fun. Loopy and brilliant - Maya is turning out to be a fun character, and rather suiting to me. Plus the rest of the group is a blast to play with. Though we have had to move our show onto Showcase due to "adult language and mature subject mature." Kudos to Dave for turning an awesome show into a very cool role-playing game and then keeping it in that western/space tv style - including theme music, cliffhangers, and commercial breaks. We figure if they do a second season, they just ought to cast us ;)

8. My mouth has almost completely healed up from the wisdom teeth removal. The only problem left is that the holes haven't closed up completely, and occasionally food gets stuck there and is hard to get out. But I'm back to eating whatever kind of food I want without worrying about how solid it is. Woot.

and a 1/2. Marc and I have been getting along really well lately. I know it's not really a big thing but it makes living together so much more fun. Plus our dinner conversations tend to be rather hilarious. We seem to be getting used to co-exisiting and getting things done. It's good.

Well, it's getting later now, and considering my inability the past few days to get up in the morning, I should probably head to bed. G'night cyberspace - hope you're having a good night...

I am tired of biting my tongue.

It's been almost a week now, and my tongue is really starting to get sore. It started with biting it to distract myself from the pain in my mouth, when it got to be too much. Then I started biting it to keep my mouth from closing all the way and catching swollen cheeks in between my teeth. And as that passed, I found myself biting my tongue to keep my mouth from closing because its out of joint and won't line up properly when it closes. And guess what - my tongue is getting tired of it. It keeps reminding me that this isn't it's job, that it didn't sign on for this. I tell it I'm sorry and that it'll be over soon. I'm off to the chiro this afternoon, so hopefully that will get my jaw back in place and fix the last of the problems. Then it's just a matter of waiting for the bruising to fade and learning how to eat solid food again.

It's definately not an experience I'd want to go through again. The agonizing pain was pretty bad, and I pride myself on being fairly tolerant of pain. The codeine induced daze made me feel stupid and useless, and the inability to eat solid food just made me hungry and grumpy. The swollen cheeks looked awful, and I hate the way the bruising makes me look now. It really sucked not to be able to laugh, or smile, or even yawm without carefully thought out planning. I felt so contained. And the lack of food left me with no energy or will to do anything.

All around, it was just unpleasant. I might wish the experience upon my worst enemy - afterall, they probably deserve it - but definately not on anyone I even remotely liked.