I'm going to back to Edmonton.

As much as I love Vancouver and fully intend to return, I need to be somewhere where I can be near people who don't make me want to stick a fork in my eye. I'm really tired of seeing FN once every three weeks, and spending the rest of the time being sucked emotionally dry.

I think it's best that the next time I move to Vancouver, it's with FN and the furkids.

The last week in a nutshell:

I got a job.

Forever North arrived.

I worked my first shift.

My back hurt so much my legs gave out.

Forever North departed.

I worked my second shift.

My back hurt, but my legs didn't give out.

I believe the rest of this story involves a great deal of sleeping and Robaxacet.

I learned that spending quality time with a family member who has moved 1250 km to be here is secondary to watching your favourite television program. I also learned that my enjoyment of the computer makes me a degenerate. Maybe if I was the sort of person who took pleasure in pointing out the faults in other people, I would be well-adjusted. Oh wait, I'm sorry, that position is already taken. There's an opening in Pariah if you're interested.

Properly pronounced, I'm pretty sure it's fam-hell-ly