Things aren't so good with the whole Episode II thing... No one will be entirely happy, but overall, I think I've come up with a better solution than ditching Tanya. How I didn't think of this solution immediately, I do not know, but I didn't. Ryan and Colleen can see the movie with whomever they like in Scarborough. Tanya is going to come with ME and whomever else back in my old childhood neighbourhood that is full of Star Wars freaks. I'm going to invite lots of people, and if they don't come, that's okay. I'm not going to ditch Tanya.

Fuck. Why do relationships have to be so complicated? You'd think that we could all just be adults and get on with it, right? No, I'm just as retarded as everyone else. Foolish to think otherwise. *guilt* This too shall pass, I suppose. All will work out, somehow.

Speaking of working out... Things are looking excellent on the OPSEU strike side of things. The union settled with the government, and with the exception of a nay to dental coverage, it's a mostly positive contract. The most important thing is that the goverment has promised to keep its hands out of the OPSEU pention fund, which is the major reason behind the strike in the first place. It was such a STUPID strike, though, and it should have been averted from the onset, but the government, ever the crisis-creators, fabricated the crisis for political reasons. Now Eves looks like a hero, he won his bi-election (not brilliantly, mind you), and things can get back to status quo.

Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily;
life is but a dream.

Huh.

Goodness ! You'll never believe who I spoke to last night... Ryan's invisible girlfriend, Colleen ! Well, at least I -think- it was her. I can't be certain, of course, since it was over the phone and not face to face. Anyway, she's a good deal funnier than I thought she'd be, in a dry, sardonic way, which is good, because I like that sort of humour. Anyway, that was sort of weird. I talked to her for about half an hour, altogether, or there about, while Ryan made babbly noises the whole time. What a nerd. I was at Ryan's in order to paint miniatures. I painted a banner for his troup, a nice griphon rampant en argent, so to speak. Painting afforded us a lot of time to talk. I expressed my feelings on how 'the group' had been treated over the last several months, and we discussed Tanya wanting to come out for Star Wars while working out the Colleen factor. There is no easy solution. Ryan admitted that this wouldn't have been a problem had he dealt with everything from the beginning. Oy.

Anyway, I'm going to go back to Ryan's next Wednesday, following doctor things, and we're going to paint some more, and he's finally going to teach me Mordheim. As he put it, referring to my Sisters of Sigmar Mordheim miniatures, "Your sisters are so pretty... I want to trounce them." Or something to that effect.

I'm at the museum right now, feeling kind of 'meh', in that I'm sick and tired, though not of anything in particular. Rather, I'm sick. I'm also tired. I was late for work again, and the Evil One, who has not been evil in... well, really since he discovered we're obsessive about the same band, said, "Is 9:30 getting too hard for you?" My response was, "Uh, this week, ya," with a big sheepish grin. And ... that was the end of it. I might have to stop referring to him as the Evil One. *laugh* I guess that's a good thing.

Oh my dear lord... will you check THIS out? I'm not sure if I should be laughing or crying.

***Okay, this is what I could not post YESTERDAY***


Last night was the Nick Cave concert. I was so excited ! Of course,I'd bought the pair of tickets for Rick as an anniversary present and after waiting for three months, I was finally going to see Nick Cave. I made myself so pretty - silver and black tank with my bondage pants, make-up done to perfection. Rick would meet me at the store and we'd get dinner before heading to the Kool Haus (the stupid rename of the Warehouse).

Unfortunately, this was not going to work as planned. I got to work and, despite a crappy day outside, everything was fine. Until the migraine set in. Ya. Migraine. I took one med and phoned Sandra to let her know what was up. She told me that if it got worse, I was free to close early, since there were few people braving what had turned into thunder storms.

It got worse.

I left work and from the store door to the alley behind the store where my car was parked, I got thoroughly soaked. And even with the more powerful second medication in my system, my head only got worse. Had I been able to sleep when I got home, I would have been able to attend the concert, but around 4:30pm I had to phone Rick. No, I'd not been able to sleep. No, the migraine was far from getting better. No, I'd not be able to go. I cried on the phone.

Several hours later, after an hour of dry-heaves and fitful sleep at best, I finally fell into a deep sleep that cleared my head. Sadly, I woke up at midnight, around the time the show was ending, without the pain. I was extremely disappointed. So much so, that when I phoned Rick to see how it was, I told him I didn't want details, and then I started to cry again.

It was a bad end to what had been a wonderful weekend. Friday night was a super D&D session with Al & Carrie, myself and Rick, and Ryan at the helm. It was a lot of fun, and very roleplay intensive. Al and Rick's characters stuck to the strategy, while Carrie and I held to our rp guns. Carrie and I were passing notes and at one point she passed the note back to me and in it was written: "Want to be a bridesmaid?" I said that I would be honoured, and then I had to try not to cry. I was greatly touched. THANKS CARRIE !

Saturday, I worked at Heretic, then went to Derek's house for dinner and movie fun. We watched "Shaolin Soccer" (sp?) which was hysterical, and LOTS of Muppets ! It seems he bought the several-dvd set of Time Life Video "Muppet Show" episodes. Some high points were the Peter Sellers episode and the Marty Feldman episode, both which were classically ridiculous and on-the-floor-laughingly funny. It's weird, because I told Derek that night, "tomorrow, I'll probably have a migraine." I hate it when I'm right about things like that. Anyway, it was good fun at his house, and the Thai food was great.

Today, at the ROM, the branch took out Sara for her goodbye lunch. We managed to cram thirteen people around a table that had been set for ten. It was fun, since it's been forever that all of Membership has done anything together (not including the site-sellers, who never get included anymore). I'm really full. Yummy fried noodles.

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