I spent this morning looking for things to write about. My mind is overflowing with ideas and concepts that I could be typing out and posting here…however…I’ve hit a wall. And that wall is the “why?” wall. Sure, I could type about how my feminism has gone down the drain, but I still find videos like this touching. I could type about the conference in November and how interesting the speakers will be but how little impact on the “big picture” the whole thing will be. Or even about something environmental or religious. I could upload some of my photography or write about the past two movies I watched. (1408 - horrible and Factory Girl - stunning.) But why? What I’d really like to do is just go for a walk, go to the mall, call some family, visit some family, see friends and read a book. I’m having a very hard time writing on this blog …more

so with each passing day. I’m sad that I’m missing thanksgiving on Sunday, I won’t get to see my family. And when ever I look at the pictures on my wall I’m sad that I’ve lost touch with so many friends back in Mississauga and that I’ve only see one of my baby cousins once. (Happy Birthday to him, by the way!)

I think I’m coming to the end of my blogging days.