Titles escape me.

It's been a few days and a lot has happened. Here's the rundown, and a few musings along the way;

It's Canada Day today, but financial obligations have prohibited me from purchasing a large quantity of beer, and occupational obligations have prohibited me from going to the beach to drink this non-existant quantity of beer. I'm not even particularly fond of the brewed hops and barley, but it is Canada Day after all. So what does this mean? Well, for one thing it's three days before Independence Day. And right now some American is saying "Yeah, but our holiday started ninty years, three-hundred-and-sixty-two days before you! Yes! America rules!" To all them, I say gaze upon this and then tell me how great you think you are.

Jenny & I have switched our bedroom into our spare room and vice versa. This involved a lot of grunting, silent cursing, and a few strained muscles in my wrists of all places. But now we have a slightly smaller (ie/ cozier) boudoir, and a "parlour"/"sitting room", both of which are quite disorganized at the moment. But a cool place to hang out nonetheless. Also finalized was the purchase of some speakers and a reciever so that at last our record player may function. And man, can that thing ever function.

I went to see "Cinderella Man" last night with the gang. I can't really understand why it's not more successful. Stephie told me that theatres in the States are offering people their money back if they didn't like the show. I don't know why they wouldn't! It was genuinely exciting to watch. Paul Giamatti stole the show entirely. Best line: "Send him back to the goddamn Ozarks!" Worst line: "You're the champion of my heart." Watch the scene where Renee Zellwegger (aka Ol' Squinty) tells Russell Crowe that she supports his decision to fight and I think you can actually see her socks fly off from so much acting. Very worth it.

Well, the sad news for the post is that sometime the night before last, little Memo Bis passed away. Informed sources tell me that it may have been kidney problems, which would explain why she constantly drank so much water. The last time I saw her she was sitting in the corner of her cage, and she stood up to give me a kiss on the finger. As we turned out the lights she was still in the corner. I found her in the morning, laying as if asleep by her food dish. I hope her passing was not painful in any way, and I wish I had been there with her, in case she was afraid. I love and miss her dearly. She was as fine a pet as any I could have hoped for, and I hope I was a good owner to her.

I need to move on, lest I start crying again. The other people at work today might wonder why I'm blubbering at the front desk. I'll listen to some somber French music and feel the lump in my throat grow and grow. Goodbye Memo. Truly, I hardly knew ye.