"Vacations"

God I'm stressed out lately and, I'm on fucking vacations. All I've got is free time so why am I stressed?

I guess it's looking for a new place to live and planning a trip are getting to me. Figuring out two places to stay...one non-existent...one, thanks to hilarious twists of events, a hostel...

Allow me to indulge into some SOC 101:

I am on the goddamn BOTTOM of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Spending my vacations in the same place as homeless people and cavemen.

How the hell am I supposed to self-actualize without a place to stay? And even in Montreal it's a fucking hostel! I don't need Eli Roth and scythe wielding lesbians to make me afraid of hostels. Bedbugs, bongos and not showering do enough thanks.

So, yes, this has impeded into my happily reading a book in the sun/daily blogging. But soon it will return.

In other news, I'm de-nesting to prepare for the move. Is anyone interested in 10000 christmas decorations, Halloween costumes or various other thingies? I've got a lot to give. If you want to come shopping at our house for free crap just call me.

Cam