I worked at Chez Lucien last night, and boy was I off. I think I was more flustered and lost than I was during my very first shift. I thought the waitressing would be a nice change from the long day at the office and the strain I've been under, but I ended up running on steam the entire time. Thankfully I work with great people who are patient, understanding and quite funny, who allowed me to be out of sorts without a looming threat of being fired. At the end of my shift I drank a cold pint of Keiths alone at the end of the bar, just letting the day finally achor itself after all the running around. I finally noticed the beautiful art on the walls, a mix of quirky, dark paintings and small-scale light installations made of art on canvas covered by plexiglass. I was smitten by the glossy work and am considering a piece from the collection. Later on, another server wanted to cheer me up and bought me a pint of Stella, but I only managed to drink half before I dragged myself home to bed.

By the way, Derek Quinlan's vernissage at The Manx is taking place on Wednesday, December 14 in the evening. He is unveiling his Martine collection, which I've been anticipating for a while now, and there should be wine and hors d'oeuvres for the occasion I think. It is open to the public.

I'm listening to old stuff lately. For some reason I feel like I need to rewind and remember the discovery of this stuff. In the last few weeks my ol' cd player has whirled the likes of The Beatles (namely Revolver, Help & Sgt. Peppers), Van Morrison's Astral Weeks, early Neil Young, Blue Rodeo's Five days in June (or whatever month it is), early Elvis Presley and Harmonium. I'm really into Harmonium right now. I should really change my profile to reflect my ever-changing tastes.

I've had two people tell me that I'm not the same Camille I used to be. Will someone please explain exactly what this means to me? Who is Camille, I wonder? Are we really simple sums of charactistics that don't ever change, evolve or even rust? Buddha believed that the problem is not our preferences, but rather our attachment to them. What do you think?

I dream of moving through circumstances and moods without jugement, with ease.