Felt really awful around 8pm.
My cramps started up again.
I don't think I blogged about how yesterday
I had cramps so awful I was crying.
They were so bad, I couldn't think.
Couldn't relax, couldn't sit still, couldn't breathe,
couldn'y eat, couldn't drink, could barely blow my nose.

I was curled on my bed, pulling my hair.
Listening to Stars and whimpering.
Mom sat with me for awhile, rubbed my back.
I asked her to bring the kitty in to me,
and she did.
And I gave him my love and I pet him and
talked to him and tried to be distracted.
He loved me and meowed, and I felt better for a bit.

I read the book I got on Sunday.
I was out with Clive that day.
We went into Fort Langely, where eveything was old.
Ate in a cafe.
I had sweet waffles with tart fruit on it to contrast...
and with cream.
He had a chicken and vegetable pot pie with a side salad,
and we both had this weird orange pop that came from
New Jersey and was made with 'natural flavours' and cane sugar.

After that we strolled down the quaint little main street,
going in a vintage toy shop with Jewish rubber duckies,
tin robots, puppets, spinning tops, doll houses, bubbles,
squishy worms, chattering teeth, bouncy balls...anything you could imagine and then some.
We also went into an amazing hat store, with tons of things of all different varieties.
Adjacent to the hat store was a cranberry place that's like the honey bee center, if you've ever been there. In the honey bee center there's everything to do with bees. Honey in jars, honey in lipbalm, honey in candy. Beewax candles, beewax lipbalm, beewax lotions, beewax leg wax, everything. That was how the cranberry store was, only with cranberry stuff.
Candles, crackers, jam, syrup, cranberry flavoured honey, crisps, lipbalm,cereal, the kitchen sink....you get the idea.

And there was a bookstore there that was also a cafe, which was cool.
Saw a funny book in there called the facebook book.
But I didn't get it.

We went to the antique mall,
which is really just this huge building filled with antiques.
They make little sections all around, like little rooms almost,
made from blocking off certain sections with bookshelves, counters,
etc. And then things just kind of....decorating the huge space.
It's all put in some kind of order of things that go together,
and some of the things are locked up.
They have cheap things, expensive things, odd things, funny things,
anythings, really.
Lots of china dolls, lots of pretty old fashioned mirror and brush sets.
Clothes, books, vintage posters, dolls, furniture, salt shakers,
collectables, christmas things, there was an even an oven there, I think.
I want to go back whenever I end up living on my own, because that
would be the best place to find cool things to put in a home.
I can't wait until I have my very own space to decorate.
Doing it at home isn't the same, because things can only be in one room,
and I don't really have the space in my one room that I get.
Plus, to start decorating at the beginnging of moving in would be so much better.

Anyway. We ended up going to home depo, because Clive needed this special lightbulbs for the downstairs of his house.

After that we drove to the Chapters that's in langely.
He got a latte, I got my signature Vanilla latte.
They were hot, it burned my fingertips.
We browsed the books.
I went and looked at 'The Zombie Survial Guide' but ended up choosing
'Bog Child' by Siohban Dowd or something like that. I'm lazy to get the exact spelling,
but yeah.
It was a pretty good book.
Something I never usually would've gotten,but I decided just to get whatever caught my eye.

The main character was a guy, and his name was Fergus.
Fergus, lol. I know, right?
When I was in the cafe/bookstore, I saw another book about someone
named Fergus. I almost ended up getting that one too.
Anyway.

It's about this 18 yrold guy names Fergus. He lives in Ireland in 1981,
when there was this war/dispute/whatever going on between the north and south.
Blah blah blah, politcal turmoil.
He and his uncle go to this bog thing, and dig some turf for fires out of where
this company digs it out.
This is illegal, but whatever.
And then Fergus finds this girl,
and her legs are all chopped off from this JCB machine or whatever,
but she had been dead for a VERY long time.
Like, they figured when Jesus might have lived or something.
And then all this stuff happens and blah blah blah.
It all starts out making sense and fitting together,
but then it all just kind of doens't go together,
and it's sort of weird.
Kind of made me feel like the messege was: "You're just paranoid when you think things aren't just a coincidence, and that it all matches up."

So yeah.
I don't know.
I'm tired and hurting.
I think I'll try to relax and then go to bed.

Oh, and I forgot.
When I was making my bed just a few moments ago,
Amy's Christmas Card fell off the wall.
I wonder if I can take that as a sign that she's coming back to us soon...