¡ Soy una botanista! ¿Cuanta cuesta el sombrero?

Sometimes I read my posts and wonder what exactly I was on while writing. I'm even tempted to delete them but then decide against it because hell, it's still me. I'm stupid sometimes and there's no use pretending otherwise. Once I'm a diplomat or agent for CSIS or something maybe I'll go through and delete the more embarrassing bits but until then, (I'm expecting that phone call any day now), I'll just leave well enough alone. A few months ago I was having dinner with a friend of several years and she asked me, "You don't drink, right?" I said no and she said, "That's what I thought but I swear I can remember you being drunk." Seriously, why bother with booze when I can just skimp on sleep?

Tomorrow I plan on baking bread. The best part is the smell of it in the oven. I've been meaning to try baguettes for a while but it seemed pointless because we had no salted butter in the house. Believe me, there is little that tastes better than hot from the oven bread and salted butter. If I actually make some and they turn out well, I'll post a picture. I'm not too happy with my instant yeast though; I'd like to try fresh. I should check if the grocery store by my house has any but it seems unlikely.

I have very strange allergies. I must be allergic to something specific because I'm fine mowing the lawn and today I was in the ravine by my house which was full of dandelions, wildflowers and weeds but was fine but I was horribly sniffley in High Park yesterday. I love the ravine. It's full of birds and butterflies and small animals. With all the reeds growing it's hard to tell that it's a concrete channel and not a real creek running through it. Today I only saw a red-winged blackbird but I could hear ducks hidden somewhere by the water. There's a big willow and flowering crabapple trees; very pretty for what it is. I used to walk through everyday when I was in high school and could see foxes, ground hogs, raccoons, skunks sometimes. I remember going there to think and cry under the willow when I got my first (completely unsuitable) proposal at 18. There's nothing like sunlight and grass to make me feel better.

Rats. Lots of really big rats. Indeed.

God I'm sleepy. So why am I awake at half past two? Have I been out partying hard and am now scribbling off an incoherent post in a possibly inebriated state? Noooo. Yes, I was out tonight but was home by 9:20 after a wild time in Chinatown. Okay, "wild" might be mildly to grossly inaccurate. Still, I had a really good day: saw people I didn't expect to see, saw people I wanted to see (but hadn't in entirely too long) and bought myself a pretty wooden bangle in Kensington Market for four bucks. That's got nothing to do with why I'm both sleepy and awake. I don't know why after an absence of weeks I felt it absolutely necessary to post right this instant and about absolutely nothing at that.

I'm waiting for the heat but it's not here yet. It's May, heck, it's practically June; I want to break a sweat! I baked yesterday and will likely bake tomorrow but did not bake today. I liked today. I was talking about real baking btw, with flour and eggs and the such. Nothing allegorical.

I love Kensington Market. There are cats just walking around looking bitchy but acting slutty. I'm being gratuitously profane now. And likely incoherent.

Also, I can walk again. Yayyyyy! Okay, sleep now.