This was my fucking weekend.

.... and because I am on a well, I didn't have water, either. No shower, no toilet, no washing of any kind. Yikes.

Thankfully, the power came back on this morning at about 5am. I went to bed last night in jogging pants, a wool sweater, and a wool hat on my head. I could see my breath. I had candles on all over the house. Because of the time change, it was dark at 5:30pm.

All in all, though, things could have been worse. I spent most of the day going to and from the city, in a nice, warm, heated car. We even stopped for supper, which was so nice, because I had no means of cooking anything at home.

MW came down on Friday. I met him at the bus station, and we made our way downtown. We stopped for a bite, then wandered around. We walked over to the casino, where MW lost $20 on red in roulette. We then went to the Discovery Center, which would be loads of fun if you were four. It would probably be very educational, too, if you took the time to read the information in the exhibits. There were some highlights, and it helped us fill the afternoon, but it was intended more for, say, preschoolers.

We caught the bus back to SH. We nearly died several times from being bounced around all over the place, but we made it. We got home, and I put in a pizza for us for supper. My culinary skills reared it's ugly head, again, when I forgot to take the cardboard backing off the pizza. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Saturday morning was... fun.

Saturday after was spent watching Family Guy episodes, and napping on my futon. It had started snowing outside, and it was one of those cozy, Christmas-y type afternoons.

I made supper, and despite the fact that my chicken was slightly undercooked, all was well.

I started getting stir crazy, so we decided to walk into the Harbour to see if we could rent us some movies (note to self: return movies). Everything was closed, of course, because SH SUCKS. We had to walk to the other end of town to finally find someone who was open past 7 fucking o'clock. We rented Farhenheit 9/11 and Jackass: The Movie. I love us.

I wake up the next morning, and notice the power is out. No heat, no toilet. MW gets up to make breakfast, but alas, no power. We had a while before having to catch the ride into the city, so we crawled back under my down duvet and watched more of the Family Guy DVDs. I could have though of better things to do, more heat-conducing things, but our time was short.

The poor guy got home late last night. Sexy missed her new-found friend. She seemed quiet last night, but that could be because she was a partial kitten-sicle. I spent my evening under the covers and writting in my journal. I realized that all of this moving, of of this everything, is really getting to me - more than I realize. I don't know anything about anything anymore, and I've been trying to blame people for the fact that everything is the way it is right now. I have to keep remember, though, that no one is to blame, it's just the way things are. And things will work out. They always do.

Right?