the spring has left me depressed....

or perhaps it is not the whether, but this incredibly frequent self-pity mode i have been in for what feels like a month. i think the better way to think about the spring is that perhaps it will end my bad mood. maybe not.

i miss london. i miss the noise, the smell, the craziness of it all. i am just too bored in this town. i need some excitement. my musician has forgotten about me lately it seems, which is fine. i would hate to put all of my hopes of a fantastical relationship with a very nomadic person. again. (everyone would agree that it didn't work out for me very well the last time)

so i am starting a new hobby. this hobby is going to be called my 'penny shackable finds out if she is shackable in canada' outlook. (i just LOVE my last name!) the plan is to go for a walk every day (time not specified) and on my walk I must speak to at least one new person (preferably a gentleman) pretty basic, but i think that it holds a world of opportunity for me. at least it will offer a change from the past few dull weeks. i really can't handle listening to Bryce talk about finishes on wood any longer. He is driving me mad!