Let's see how much I can write before my computer dies...

I'm on Gabriola Island right now. I came yesterday by myself for a little get away and time to breathe. its very lovely out here. this is how my day started today...i woke up from a 12 hour sleep and immedietly went up stairs for some breakfast. fruit salad and eggs benedict. so good. then i came back downstairs, worked on some projects and went to the closet to grab a poncho and rubber boots. i walked around a bit outside and then found an entrance to the beach where i poked around for quite a long time. i ended up by this mound of rocks and logs that had a mini cave carved into them from the water and such. i manuvered around until i was perched up on the cave and sat with my pod playing and stared at the ocean for an hour or so. it was raining pretty heavily, but hey, did you know? ponchos and rain boots make it okay to sit in the rain!! i liked it a lot. next i went to a weird cafe with a few middle aged men in it. there are a lot of middle/older aged men that live on this island. als0-half of them had crazy scottish like accents. after the cafe i went for an hour and a half long hot stone massage at this little house in the middle of nowhere. i felt like i was waking up from a coma when she was done. then i saw the crazy pastel cat painting on the wall and became fully awake so fast. it was creepy. then i drove to find the surf pub. i couldn't find it. i got really lost because it was dark and there are no street lights. i then tried to go to the silva pub and to my surprise and luck, it was closed. i had half an hour to find a restaurant that was still serving food. all restaurants including pubs stop serving food at 8. it was 7:30. i literally drove the entire way around the island before finding skol pub. the food was good. i drank beer at the bar and listened to the only other table in the place discuss random shit while getting drunk. 7 people or so ages 25-65. so bizarre. i like this place. maybe i'll come back when it's summer. warm. and not dark always.

...oh God, thank you.

I booked a bed and breakfast for myself for this weekend on Galiano Island. It'll just be me with the birds and all that. I guess this could be seen as being somewhat sad or pathetic that I go to what is normally used for a 'lover's getaway' as my own personal escape. It an adventure. I need it. It will be good. I really can't see myself getting into to much trouble in a place like this.

All the Wine

I've got 'All the wine' stuck in my head.

I'm just writing this for myself, aren't I.

Ah, well.

...

I think my heart is sad.