I'm feeling stressed today, so today's entry will reflect that in the staccato manner of point form:

- My sister Julie arrived in Ottawa last night and will be here for the weekend, something that makes me very happy.

- My sister Julie's friend Jenny, who dropped her off last night, informed me that I was called "sweet tits" by a jock at a party I tried to crash in Toronto last month, which I unfortunately did not hear as I passed by. This makes me feel sorry that I didn't have the opportunity to reply with a snide remark and perhaps a punch in the nose.

- I wore my sequined brown flats to my first shift at Chez Lucien, which held up pretty well against the non-stop running around, lifting heavy items, serving tables, ringing bills up and remembering fifty thousand different things as good music played in the background. The owner said that he was shocked at how quickly I learned and how well I performed at my new job. Those are all things that made me feel simultaneously challenged, tired and proud.

- I am going to a funeral service this evening for a great aunt who passed away a few days ago. I didn't really know her, but she was my grand-mother's younger sister and I want to go to support my Grand-maman. This makes me feel weird and solemn with a sense of duty.

- I need to read some texts for school, wash the pile of dishes on my counter, and - shit, I have to get back to work and tackle some stuff before my boss leaves for the day.

- I have to get back to work.