Gaaaaators

I'm sitting up in bed right now drinking berry flavoured gatorade that I bought last night assuming I would most likely be hung over today. I am however, not hungover... but that doesn't mean that an icy cold swig of gatorade doesn't make my brain feel nice. Right? Anyway, I'm in the process of transitioning from this blog to another one... but i'm not even entirely sure that I wont keep this one. Yes, that was double negative. Since I'm planning on taking a more political look at things on my other one. We'll just see where this one goes. This is still provides me with a forum to vent my emotional issues to whoever happens to be reading.
Today I haven't got much planned but keep feeling like something bigger is supposed to be going on. Tomorrow there is this protest rally against the harper gov't sucking and suspending government. So that's really all I feel like is going on this weekend.
I might go downtown later and do some reading and blogging and tea/coffee drinking. We shall see tho. I wish there was a coffee shop that would supply you with endless amounts of coffee. That would be too easy though.
Okay, I'm going to try to wake brooks up from her slumberous state, then I don't know. I just want it to be spring so bad. I'm sick of winter. Sick of mild coldness and melting snow... and the ice patch that gathers at the top my stairs that is in fact a death trap.

I'm hungry. And need a good insightful book. None of that teen trash ... trash. Garbage. Haaha. I need something real with substance. Ugh.