Every Handshake Is A Wolf

From having the most annoying pensioners altitude sickness the last few days i've been a little out of sorts, no love, however, form has been resumed and i keep making (re)acquaintance with people i remember little if not nothing of, yet seem to know me. Basically feel like i'm in some sort of hungover Truman Show alternate reality, which has it's benefits, i've already made good enough friends in Vancouver whilst up in Whistler Village for them to invite me to come stay with them for a week, very heavy. I payed for my rent today which is a huge load of my mind, to be honest, i genuinely believe i could've strung it out and lived here without even being pulled up once upon my arrears, but i feel lucky enough as it is, no need for a jinx. Although, once payment comes back to me i'm considering moving into Will, Lori and Emmas place which they put claim upon yesterday, genuinely happy/relieved, from initially thinking i was to be deserted by the un-housed, things are lookily considerably up. I feel like i have a lot more energy, confirmed by my jumping up and down everything as per, this is like every hyper kids paradise, and when noones looking i regress to my 13 year old Tenterden monkey boy status, amounts of rush.

I'm currently writing a couple of entries on pen and with paper, but this is the first limited internet access i've had in our staff cafeteria, so thought i should provide a brief update nonetheless. Guiltily, i don't feel homesick, and am unsure if this will come, more so i wish the good ones back home could share a lot of this with me.


ML