the last couple of days i’ve been sleeping at five o’clock in the morning. the sun is peeking out and the birds are chirping by then. sometimes i’m on the phone with a friend. ‘tis a good friend who doesn’t mind staying up with me that late, jabbering about utter nonsense.

p.s. the canucks lose game four. damn, that steve yzerman is good; even on a bum knee, he manages to tie the series! i don’t know whether to cheer or cry.