So I'm working a lot. Like... between 45 and 50 hours weekly.

But I'm absolutely impassioned. I want to take my camera, or a pencil, or just... something and go draw or write or take photos. I want to express myself, but gods damnit I don't have any time.

There are only so many lattes one can make before one wants to experiment with the syrups.

...

So anyway. I was down by the tomb of the unknown this sunday ( [link] for a photo). For anyone who reads this and is thick enough to not know what that is - it's the tomb of a Canadian soldier who died in WWII and is entombed at the National War Memorial in downtown Ottawa - about 4 km from my apartment. I go there at least once a week, usually Sunday after work. I had written a poem, as I do every year for rememberance day (they usually suck, trust me) but this time, it had me standing there, on a Sunday afternoon, in the rain. I had a copy of it with me, and took it out, and put my poppy through the paper.

As I laid it on the tomb. it started to rain.

It was beautiful.

I encourage all people who live in Ottawa - please attend the Rememberance Day service there. It is a beautiful part of Ottawa, and by the gods I wish I wasn't working - I want to attend that ceremony so much. But alas, I was scheduled at the last minute.

Gr.

It's 2am now. I did just get home about 40 minutes ago. My body is being a bitch lately, so I can't sleep.

I have to say, though, I'm used to coming home to someone now. Frankly, I think it wouldn't feel right without Colin here. He made me dinner today because he said I'm not eating enough... Even though he's not feeling well, still. I don't want to lose this...

~Kay