(With apologies to the great Jeff Tweedy)
Mr. Sundial is already pointing towards the end of October already! Time? She is a thief who slinks through the night.
A quick recap: In the last 35 days I've been to: Vancouver Island, Toronto, Los Angeles, France, and in about 11 days I'm going back to Los Angeles for another long 12 day trip during first 2 weeks of November. My job is a cruel mistress, but one in which I'm preparing to draw up the divorce papers. If all goes to plan, I will be my own man come early in the new year - and it can't come fast enough either. As previously mentioned the job and I have been sleeping in seperate bedrooms for a while now, and it's time to draw a line down the middle, fire up the chainsaw, and have at it.
Since returning to Vancouver from France (meaning it was Cannes to Nice Airport, then Nice - Munich - Frankfurt - Vancouver all in about 16 or so hours) and after some rather severe jet lag (courtesy of my ever-infalligable internal body clock) its been a bit of a thing getting used to being back on the West Coast time. France was a total kerfuffle jet-lag speaking. Brief recap: My flight to France left Vancouver at 4:00 PM last Thursday, arriving Nice 2:30 PM Friday local time. I didn't sleep on the plane at all - and by the time I got my luggage and made it the hour north to my flat in Cannes, it was close to 5:00 PM. "No problem" I lied to myself, "I'll just have some dinner, stay awake until 10:00 PM, sleep all night and wake up smelling like roses tomorrow morning". Right? Wrong. I passed out at 8:00 PM, and was up, TOTALLY awake at 2:00 AM, and couldn't get back to sleep. This pattern repeated itself alarmingly, without fail every evening when it was time for bed. It worked like this: I'd stay up until midnight France time, be a little tired and hit the sack. However, although it was midnight local time, my body was telling me that it was only 3:00 PM that AFTERNOON in Vancouver... so no sleep was had. Wash. Rinse. Wipe sweaty hands on pants. Repeat as necessary. This foolishness lasted the entire time I was there. Suffice it to say, that after 6 or 7 days of this? It got real old, real quick. The funny thing was that after I returned back home, I've been waking up at EXACTLY 3:00 AM EVERY morning. Why? That's a darned good question. The only possible answer I could submit is that 3:00 AM Vancouver time is 12:00 Noon in Cannes. It makes no sense really, but at least I wasn't in Thiruvananthapuram. Because that could only suck even more.
On that note, I'm leaving again next week to Los Angeles for the American Film Market (The AFM also means "Another Fucking Market"), and am there for 12 days. At least I'm in the same time zone and only a 2.5 hour flight from home. I DO though, have enough time to dry clean my suits, water my plants, sleep in my own bed for the next 7 days, all while noticing another year slip through my fingers. I'm pretty tired, and am really looking forward to some rest or a change. Either would be welcomed at this point.
To avoid ending this thing on a total downer though - I was out for with some friends for some tasty beverages the other night, and a few months ago my friend Colleen paid hundreds of dollars for this designer miniature chihuahua. Behold this $800 Rat-Dog named "Peewee" in all of its Satanic Glory. (Accessorizing dog-handbag was only a few hundred dollars extra - and yes - she bought one as well, 'natch).
Mr. Sundial is already pointing towards the end of October already! Time? She is a thief who slinks through the night.
A quick recap: In the last 35 days I've been to: Vancouver Island, Toronto, Los Angeles, France, and in about 11 days I'm going back to Los Angeles for another long 12 day trip during first 2 weeks of November. My job is a cruel mistress, but one in which I'm preparing to draw up the divorce papers. If all goes to plan, I will be my own man come early in the new year - and it can't come fast enough either. As previously mentioned the job and I have been sleeping in seperate bedrooms for a while now, and it's time to draw a line down the middle, fire up the chainsaw, and have at it.
Since returning to Vancouver from France (meaning it was Cannes to Nice Airport, then Nice - Munich - Frankfurt - Vancouver all in about 16 or so hours) and after some rather severe jet lag (courtesy of my ever-infalligable internal body clock) its been a bit of a thing getting used to being back on the West Coast time. France was a total kerfuffle jet-lag speaking. Brief recap: My flight to France left Vancouver at 4:00 PM last Thursday, arriving Nice 2:30 PM Friday local time. I didn't sleep on the plane at all - and by the time I got my luggage and made it the hour north to my flat in Cannes, it was close to 5:00 PM. "No problem" I lied to myself, "I'll just have some dinner, stay awake until 10:00 PM, sleep all night and wake up smelling like roses tomorrow morning". Right? Wrong. I passed out at 8:00 PM, and was up, TOTALLY awake at 2:00 AM, and couldn't get back to sleep. This pattern repeated itself alarmingly, without fail every evening when it was time for bed. It worked like this: I'd stay up until midnight France time, be a little tired and hit the sack. However, although it was midnight local time, my body was telling me that it was only 3:00 PM that AFTERNOON in Vancouver... so no sleep was had. Wash. Rinse. Wipe sweaty hands on pants. Repeat as necessary. This foolishness lasted the entire time I was there. Suffice it to say, that after 6 or 7 days of this? It got real old, real quick. The funny thing was that after I returned back home, I've been waking up at EXACTLY 3:00 AM EVERY morning. Why? That's a darned good question. The only possible answer I could submit is that 3:00 AM Vancouver time is 12:00 Noon in Cannes. It makes no sense really, but at least I wasn't in Thiruvananthapuram. Because that could only suck even more.
On that note, I'm leaving again next week to Los Angeles for the American Film Market (The AFM also means "Another Fucking Market"), and am there for 12 days. At least I'm in the same time zone and only a 2.5 hour flight from home. I DO though, have enough time to dry clean my suits, water my plants, sleep in my own bed for the next 7 days, all while noticing another year slip through my fingers. I'm pretty tired, and am really looking forward to some rest or a change. Either would be welcomed at this point.
To avoid ending this thing on a total downer though - I was out for with some friends for some tasty beverages the other night, and a few months ago my friend Colleen paid hundreds of dollars for this designer miniature chihuahua. Behold this $800 Rat-Dog named "Peewee" in all of its Satanic Glory. (Accessorizing dog-handbag was only a few hundred dollars extra - and yes - she bought one as well, 'natch).
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