I shouldn't write too much right now, seeing as I've got to start wrapping up stuff at my work so that they will be well-prepared when I start my new job in a few weeks. Now that it's official, I feel more comfortable giving the details; the job is for Coordinator of French communications & [name removed] campaign for a non-profit organization. I know that doesn't really make any sense but I'll explain more later. The point is that I'll be working on a very interesting project while making a good salary (much better than my current workplace), plus benefits, and it's a fifteen-minute walk from the Murray St. apartment. The official moving date is the last weekend of April, but I've been spending 75% of my time there as it is these days. However I haven't been bringing too much of my stuff over because I want to respect Dana-Ève's space until she leaves.

I finally had my consultation with a chiroprator yesterday, where I had to attend an obligatory group info session and then discuss my x-rays individually with the doctor. I've been having back & neck troubles for a little while now, in addition to feeling uncomfortable with relying on drugs, so I decided to try this option out. I must admit that chiropractic beliefs seem to make a lot of sense, but only time will tell to what extent this is true. Anyway, the x-rays were pretty straight-forward and even I could see that I have considerable damage to my neck and lower back areas, which is why I have been feeling discomfort and other symptoms. This means that I need to start seeing a chiropractor on a regular basis for one year in order to correct the damage. This also means that it will take a lot of time and money - a shit load of money - so I've decided to move into Al's condo in Canmore, Alberta in order to try and scam free ajustments, seeing as he has his own chiropractic clinic and all (check out his web site at www.cafeoflifecanmore.com). And seeing as we've been close friends since high school... (just kidding there Ali, I won't be crashing your little love nest any time soon). So, I had my first ajustment in over fifteen years, which was really weird but a lot less scary than I thought it would be. The doc says that I should start seeing/feeling significant improvements within a month, and I'm hoping he's right. The aches have come and gone for a few years now, and nothing else seems to help. So far a lot of people feel skeptical about it and it's been suggested to me that I should get a « second opinion » but frankly I'd rather try this out first. Even if physiotherapy would be more effective, which I doubt, it would probably cost just as much. Here's hoping that my benefits at the new workplace might cover part of the cost...

This weekend was suppose to be Mark's big surprise welcome home bash, only he recently realized that he's flying back from Halifax to Ottawa on Monday, not Saturday. So I think the weekend will be more quiet than originally planned, which I don't mind either. My parents are going away for the weekend and I've agreed to take care of Pingu, the most adorable dog that ever lived. Maybe I can find a way to shift her undying love for my Dad over to me for a change. Actually, what the hell am I talking about? She's going to sulk and whine for two days straight until she sees him again. Anyway, so I'll be having wine and appetizers on Friday night with Manon and Dana-Ève at Carolyn's place in the market; Carolyn was suppose to be one of my references - thanks for accepting, that was very sweet of you - but my new employer spoke to my current boss and was satisfied with that one reference... During the weekend I'll probably end up going into the office during the weekend to do some work (that I should've done while I was busy blogging, ahem), as well as some relaxing stuff like reading and baking. I considered inviting some friends over for a supper at my folks' place on Saturday night, but I'm not sure if that'll happen anymore - who wants to sit around eating a nice meal while Pingu barks and paces restlessly in front of the door? Anyone?... And then meeting up with Maggie on Sunday, which I'm looking forward to. Maggie's a great friend from work and it's always great to sit back, have a drink and chat with her.

Tonight I'm meeting Véro and her group of girlfriends at the Blue Cactus for supper, which should be fun. The girls are so friendly, chatty and giggly, which is a nice change every now and again. Except I'll have to have a talk with one of Véro's friends, who I thought had given my phone number out as a joke. But when I checked my voice-mail yesterday, I had a message from "the guy at the Heart and Crown on Saturday night... Remember?" Actually no, I don't. Are you the one who mixes crappy American beer with a delicious Belgian one? Or were you the out-of-work engineer who talked my ear off about your video game victories outside on the patio? Or the guy who got into a heated debate about donairs in the east coast vs. the west? ... *Delete*.

All of this change in my life that's taken place in the past few weeks has been great, absolutely refreshing - making new friends, school being over, chiropractor, new job - so why do I feel so damn nervous today? I've been walking around with butterflies in my stomach, pace quickened, eyes alert, brain scattered. I better get it together soon or else the "change is good" thing will sink like a stone...