Random Acts of Kindness

This morning, when I arrived to work, a very cute & sweet French lady with a French accent wished me a good day while getting off the elevator. I don’t even know who she is. Europe 1, Canada 0. On est vraiment des sauvages, ici. I wished her a good day as well, with a smile of course. Jessica 1, Canada -1.

Last night, during supper, my dad shared with me (for the 3rd time in the past year) his intuition that GP would make the perfect boyfriend/husband for me. He also tried to convince me that I should join some sort of Italian singles association so that I can meet a nice Italian boy. I told him not to worry, that I’m not desperate, and that I’m not attracted to French/Anglo Canadians anyway. I’ve never even been with one. “No no, I know, but still, Jess, you have to mingle with Italians or else you’ll never meet any. It’s not at La Mamba that you’re going to meet good Italians!” By La Mamba, he means Moomba. And I reassured him that yes, I know, it’s not in a club that I will meet my future boyfriend/husband. He said he wants to talk to GP’s father (incidentally, my dad’s best friend since childhood) and tell him that if his son is interested in me, he should make a move. All I could do is cover my face with my hands and scream “Daaaaaaaaaad!” — I’m not excited for future embarassment. I feel like I’m in a modern day version of The Godfather.

Grumble grumble.

Wow. I am so not being productive today.

This morning I was thinking of just calling in sick at work, and staying in bed. But then I figured, I’m at least gonna take a shower and see if I feel better. No. I got out of the shower feeling dizzy and nauseous. Then I thought, ok well I’ll at least dry my hair, maybe that will distract me and make me feel better. And it did. And then I got dressed, and had breakfast, and forgot all about feeling like crap. But then I got into the car, and realized it was rainy and gray outside, and cold. It really doesn’t feel like it’s July 20. It feels like it’s September 20. The weather is horrible over here. My dad keeps saying “We’re in London!” because of the constant rain and cool air. I keep remembering that we’re in Canada thanks to the intense humidity that I can never seem to escape. Gosh, it makes me feel like dying, that fucking humidity. I hate it so much.

When I got to work I just felt like going back to bed, and the nausea returned. After an hour and a half of not doing anything, I decided I needed some sugar, or at least something to wake me up without making me feel more nauseous. Exit the coffee, enter the vanilla latté. There were no more croissants downstairs, so I settled for a low-fat muffin with dried fruit in it. It was deeelish!

And now, here I am. Not in the mood to do anything at all. That’s how it’s been all week. I’m really feeling down when I’m here, I wish it wasn’t like that. What the heck is wrong with moi. *sigh*

Hey this is pretty cool: today is 20-07-2007. Mahaha…