Writer's blocked

I still haven't figured out how or what to write. It's just so quiet at work today that I thought I ought to make good use of the time in one way or another.

It's snowy in Toronto today. I'm sat, bored, in the store because it's overcast and deserted outside. I didn't get my first customer until I'd been open for 25 minutes, which is a stark contrast to the carnage of xmas week. For the majority of the time today it's been just me and my grumbling stomach, and there's still another turgid hour to go. I guess everyone in The Beaches is still feeling a little fat 'n' fuzzy after the festive season.

I still have that post-new year fuzziness too. There was so much Indian food left over that I've been eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner since the 31st. Not without consequences either - which is why I make a Chicken Madras a rare rather than regular treat. I think I've just about managed to reset my digestive tract and my body clock to normality though, after being in a stay-up-to-2am phase.

Evidently I survived xmas and new year, peak anxiety-inducing periods of the year for me. Xmas ended up being a walk in the park because I'd been working so hard on the run-up to xmas that I was grateful to get a couple of days off to myself and just sleep in. New year started off bad. I worked 'til 6pm but as soon as I was out of the door and into the darkness it started to needle me: new year's eve 2008 was supposed to be my first date with Sarah, and ended up being the first of many no-shows throughout '08 and '09. It still gets me even now - even now I'd date her. Even now I'd leap in the air if she showed up, and even now I'm still thinking of her every day. The only difference is that it hurts less. That said, every now and then I'll get a sudden pang in my gut that'll stop me in my tracks or at least in my train of thought. I guess time heals all wounds eventually though. Fortunately for me on new year's eve '09 I'd made plans to host a few friends so once they showed up I was pleasantly distracted until I - apparently - fell asleep mid-sentence on the sofa. As far as my (non-) love life for 2009 is concerned, Sarah was it aside from a couple of one-nighters.

Home-wise the apartment is coming together slowly but surely. I've gone all art deco in the bathroom and 1970s everywhere else, and both themes are working well, other than someone buying the used 1970s sideboard I had my eye on. I'm still not exactly proud of the place yet but it'll come. The creative process is cool though - deciding colours, sketching and stuff. All good fun.

I'd better go...I have a customer with that, "I've got myself into trouble and I don't know how to get myself out..." look. More when I've figured out the deets...