Crimson tides - 2004-01-05 - 10:17 p.m.

I hate dreaming. I hate waking up in the morning confused or dazed or whatever the fuck. I just hate dreaming. I fell asleep at maybe 2 am last night (this morning, rather) and woke up every half hour, thinking that there were twenty four birds (that exact number) flying around my head.

Why? I don't know, but it pissed me off. I just fucking hate dreaming. I never have any good dreams, so why is my own subconscious torturing me like this? My own brain is going Freddy Krueger on my ass. Well, not my ass. On itself.

Work today wasn't so bad. There was this two hour long meeting where my boss hinted that I should find another job if I find work too stressful where I work. Which I do.

My boss and Shade were arguing for a good ten minutes or so what the colour of the Quebec flag was for these design he was about to print called "Quebec drinking team", and "La Vie est Simple, Manger, dormir, etre Quebecois."

So my boss asks me, "Is the Quebec flag navy or royale?"

"Royale."

He goes to ask the graphic designer. "You're wrong. It's navy."

This is the first time that anyone has talked about Quebec since I got here without insulting it. I couldn't help but smile.

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