yesterday claude's bun bun was just peeking out of the pocket of his shirt. it was just his nose, tiny ears and two tiny tiny little white tufted paws sticking out of the top of the pocket. he had just eaten and his eyes were heavy. soon under our carresses, he fell asleep and sank to the bottom of the pocket. claude says that sometimes when the bun bun, whom he named bugsy, is sleepy he lies on his back and claude rubs his tummy until he falls asleep. "you were meant to have this bunny." said lisa when she heard that. lisa had fallen in love with the bun bun. she loves anything tiny, babies, dogs, kittens.

i woke up at 3 this morning in a lot of pain. i could only lie on my back because lying on either side pulled at my neck. i managed to sleep one more hour before it became unbearable. it hurt all the way down to my elbow. so i got up and lay myself back on the good ol' orange chair with my arm propped up by a little pillow. i lay like that until karey found me on her way out the door. she was really nice to me and got me some ibprofin and some water and heated up elicia's heat wrap thingie for me to put on my shoulder. pain in your neck is so imobalizing. you need the stupid thing for everything. i'd love to get a massage or go to the chiropracter but i can't afford to. i'm in dire straights money wise as it is right now. i just hope it will calm down and die down. that's what happened all the other times.

survivor started last night! oh boy oh boy oh boy. looks like another good one. randy was our only visitor and karey now has a class on thursday nights at BCIT. so it's more lonely. selina might come over for those nights though. i wonder why she didn't last night. i remember the days when our house would be overflowing with such survivor watcchers as fox and wyatt and charlotte, and dug, and andrew, and doug blatherwick, and going back further to the nanaimo days when sarah and kyle and justin kingsely and other ysas would come over to our apartment and in the commercials we'd run around the corner to mac's for slurpees. the watching of survivor has a long tradition of socialness. we'd even watch it at barb's sometimes with a big crowd including jessamyn and trevor and fox again, and we'd all cheer out loud and jump up when people like ethan won and jerry got kicked off. good times. survivor times.

i work late today. don't start until 3 because it's supposed to be my early day when i only work 6 hours. i haven't worked a social friday in a long time. fridays are always in house activities and tonight it's games night. i'm not opposed to the games night. i like a good game.

i bought these skinny cow fudgsicles and they're big and fat and good and creamy and 98% sans gras. they're for lisa and i and our sugar needs.

i think i might try talking to fatima. we haven't talked in coons ages.