26th October

There's a drink called Grass Jelly.

You're as curious as me right now.

I acquired it through various means and had a go at it. It somehow destroyed the area of 'drink recognition' cells in my brain. It tasted like battery water and German sandals. I have yet to try German sandals, but it just occurred to me while I drank it that it definitely had some form of German footwear in it. How could this weird concoction be named after grass and jelly?

So coming home from work on a sleazy Monday evening, I got out from the subway tunnels and scoured round for a patch of grass. With some distasteful delight, I pounced onto the grass and chomped a good chunk off our precious earth. And I found no connection to this grass jelly drink. There are some very unsure or unintelligible people in the food business.

I've a meeting in the morning and I have yet to actually meet some of them. They should rename it a Visionary, or Seeing, never a meeting. More often than not, I peer over my colleagues fake expression of intent concentration on the topic of debate and clarification and wonder, "Who the hell is that?" These "Visions" come and go like diarrhea, if you actually do have recurring loose stool movement do please visit a vet. Vets are more efficient. And that's cause they don't want your money, they just want you to get the hell out of their office. So I never really 'meet' these people and yet it's a meeting. Socks are burning in the fridge. My neighbor tells me that's where cold feet originated from.

My boss has entrails for hair and he's given me an assignment for the month. Perks are the flights are free, but I never really know what to do when I actually land. There's a car, a driver with silly dark glasses that thinks we're all in The Matrix, drives like aunt Lillian's after us and always asks me if I need a new package. Whatever package it is, I've always said yes and in the summer house in Montreal, I've got a whole basement dedicated to its' decoration. "Grumble not and you shall be happy in oblivion." I write my own bible.

It's a Monday night as usual, the new trick is to act as if there's no one anywhere, but we all know who is really watching....

19th October

I opened the door this morning and there was a huge grey cat just sitting there.

Why would it do that. Just sat there and stared at me. I am a kitty fan but it seemed so absurd this morning. What did it want? I began to envy it. It didn't have to work. Well except for food and shelter. But people normally take care of that, and constantly if I may add. Lucky.

So I began the ever changing journey down the flight of steps leading out into the weary world and lo and behold, sounds that hadn't tickled my senses in over a decade. Or maybe I wasn't listening out for them. Children music, child interaction. Innocence. They rammed right into me as they turned the corner into the establishment. Shocked and the instantaneous worry that mommy was going to yell. But no, not this morning. It was bright and dandy, mommy was black haired and beautiful. Ruffling the girls blonde hair, she smiled back at me while mommy apologized and explained they had just moved in and hoped i didn't mind some noise as they were brining in quite a bit of furniture. Shrugged, shook my head and smiled. The best 3 action combinations a man can perform to make a woman melt. Or maybe that was my own imagination. Who knows if she was actually real.

I could be in a room somewhere making latin music and singing in ancient Gaelic.

But more about that some other time...

Passing by the shops on the way to station, I stopped at a store that sold dolls. A freak of nature, really. Who actually wants dolls? They stare at you through most of the day; I say most most cause some owners put them for a afternoon nap, I heard it helps with complexion, and then stand there in whatever place you place them in or on and stare at you the remainder of the night. The night. Dolls at night. Stare. You get my meaning about them being freaky. If you don't then I suggest you make your coffee with more brandy than usual. And keep it up.

I tap on the glass pane and hope they make a movement of any sort, but no, not today. Maybe tomorrow.

Why the station? See I have a bad relationship with my car. We met when I was 16 and we've been together ever since, but she cheats on me with the traffic patrolmen or sometimes the contractors and even the gas pump boys. Lately she makes weird sounds when I stop at the lights and simply stops functioning. My advisor recommends I find "something real". I think he's just jealous.

I sit in the train looking at how everyones mouth moves when they speak. If you look at it long enough, it gets quite hilarious. A funny flesh contraption that opens in literally the same way but different sounds pop out of it. I make a puppet mouth gesture with my hand and laugh.

If you look it at it right, we're all made up of energy, we never really sleep and bread is fattening.