vancouver was such a good time-- the drive up, the walking, the joking, the dancing, the meowing, the drinking, the pho eating, the breakfast splitting, the h&ming, the plan making, the map drawing, the venn diagramming (between the bc bike club and the portland bike club), the walking to the nuts part of town to get a late night snack ($2 sushi) and then to shadily buy beer after hours at a chinese restaurant, playing human knot with a stranger in the street, driving home, waiting for an hour at the border, making friends with a band in line at the border-- but then coming back here, back not to the spring that we've all pumped ourselves up for but back to february it seems, has really, really bummed me out. i thought it would pass after monday but alas for some reason i've been sleeping in until the last possible minute and feeling sleepy at surprising and inappropriate hours and i just feel like i'm in another world and it's driving me a tiny bit crazy.


yann tiersen was at the wonder ballroom last night but we didn't go; we were going to watch amelie to make up for it but i didn't feel like plugging in the vcr so instead we watched let the right one in. i like being on vacation and i either want to go back on one, immediately, or i want the weather to jump up 10 degrees. i feel impossible, kind of. but i have a feeling by the end of today i'll be good to go.