  Kurt bought me a book, a sci fi book he'll probably read next. It's refreshing to read a story, rather than dream analysis, sex techniques, or the canadian penal system; I don't understand those folks who only read non-fiction, straight, unmigitigated information is a nice, good thing, but it lacks something. I don't know, what, really, but, it rather feels sterile compared to the lovely messiness of fiction. Living the life of the undead is a definitely benificial if you're a low grade agoraphobe, not so good if you ever want to do quasi-normal things like visit the post office and speak to a human.
I'm not saying I want to, but it might be nice to have that as an option. Maybe. Does anyone know the detriments to sleeping all day, and up during the night? Is it bad for your body, or is it just a matter of getting the apporpriate number of Zzzs no matter the time of day or night? My sister says something along the lines of that ones has a tendancy to eat pretty piggy when you stay up late, but i hadn't noticed any major weight gains. Speaking of dear province hopping Pol, she's going back to The City, dragging Boyfriend Number Two. Okay, that's not fair, he wants to go; but it is humorous that Pikey will be the second boy of Pol's to live in Chez Mommie and Daddie. Should be interesting, anyways. They're hopefully going to come down here and spend some time, and get to know the Pizza People. Matrix on sunday.... 
