i've always thought that true diners don't really exist anymore -but boy, am i wrong! i've eaten styrophoam layden, stomach turning "veggie" burgers made by ma himself (sans hairnet i`m sure) too many times already. if i wasn't so paranoid of the bus leaving me in butt-fuck regina then i'd have the guts to walk across the street and eat at don's chicken joint. but alas, the one feeble departation warning along with the new resounding anthem, where you be headed?, carved into every bathroom stall is enough to give me nightmares in my contorted sleep.
apart from that, the scenery was phenomenal on the way to calgary! my friend dedicated a song to me called "remember the mountain bed" by billy brag and wilco. i must have listened to it 11 times as we soared through winding passages, flirting with the train below. the sun was setting while paying homage to the tallest of mountains, and the rising moon illuminated the crystal blue of the shallow river -blue like a siberian huskie's eyes. it truly is a wonderful trip!
but i babble! i blame the book i'm reading, "all times have been modern." i've been determined to finish it before arriving in winnipeg to lighted my load and speed my reading in general. it's about a middle aged woman and her trials in living in montreal and becoming a writer. there was a point when i'd describe everything as it was happening in an unstoppable internal monoluge (as she types in the cold basement to the accompaniment of the low hums and girgles of an unfamiliar house).
can't stop won't stop
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