I'm in Moncton at the moment. At my parents house to be exact. So far, the weekend has gone splendidly. I've so far seen half the people I wanted to see; the other half I will see in the next 24 hours.

We stayed at my folk's on Saturday night. They were away, obviously, so we had free reign of the house. Fun stuff. We stayed in the Bear Room. My mother collects Teddy Bears, and she converted my sister's old bedroom into a guest room/display room for the bears. There is a bear border all the way around the room, and every one of the bears has these black, cold, beady eyes that stare at you when you are sleeping/doing something that betrays the child-like purity of said bear room. Despite the eyes, a good time was had by all.

Until the screaming began.

I woke up in the middle of the night screaming. I don't know why, but I woke both of us up. I've done it once before in recent memory, shortly after I got Sexy. It really freaks me out. What demons lurk in my sub-conscious that prompt me to scream out?

Anyway. I'm just waiting around for my mother to come home so I can spend some time with her before I go to that job fair at the Y. I don't think the job fair will do me much good, as I am not, nor ever will be, a swim instructor, or child care provider, but at this point, it can't hurt, right?

Off to take a shower, and get all purty-like.