Okay, let's face it - I'm not getting too many views here.
But I have to be honest with whoever's reading this. I still love writing here. It's freeing to be able to talk about (almost) anything.
It does give a sort-of relief to just chat away about everything.
Plus, I get updates through Anna on solarbird 's recovery, which is going along uberly smoothly.

This calls for vertical movement...

Sorry about that. GBS fandom showing again.

Well, I've got a tough decision to make, folks. Since I was a part-time (nightshift) caretaker, I raked up a couple bucks of spending money. Now, I have to decide wether to go camping, which I absolutely adore, or go shopping in Moncton. Now, I'm certainly not a shopaholic, but we rarely go to Moncton, and it's the only decent place to buy, well, anything. Plus, I'd do anything to take a walk in Musicstop. I'm like Alan on this point; I'd save a lot of money if the store were closed.

I met a guy who made me smile last time we went camping. I was in the little park playing songs on my guitar, and a family showed up. Two couples, two kids. One of the men, who looked remarkably like Murray Foster, sat next to me on the picnic table, and chatted with me about my guitar. Told me I played wonderfully. After he went back to his kids, they sat on the picnic table behind me. Once I finished playing Sea of No Cares, he applauded and said, "Great Big Sea! Rock on!"
That made me smile. =)

Cheers,
Stéph

Happy Phantom
by Tori Amos

And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch

Oo who, The time is getting closer
Oo who, time to be a ghost
Oo who, every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay
For who we been, yeah

So if I die today, I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then those seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin

Oo who, the time is getting closer
Oo who, time to be a ghost
Oo who, every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay
For who I been, yeah

Or will I see you, dear, and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see

Oo who, the time is getting closer
Oo who, time to be a ghost
Oo who, every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay
For who I been, yeah
And if I die today
And if I die today
And if I die today
Ah-ha, chasing nuns out in the yard