I’m thinking of spending some time at grabbajabba tonight. Its the gay coffee shop here in Calgary. I haven’t done that for so long. It was only two summers ago that this place was my entire life. My day revolved around when I was going to be there. I’d wake up and the first thing I would do is go there. Usually I’d spend hours upon hours there. I basically spent an entire summer there.

Now, my job doesn’t allow any time there. Nobody goes for coffee until late at night, and I have to be in bed by seven or eight. The place alway relaxes me and gives me a sense of belonging. All the staff know me well, and all the clientelle is gay. Its my home away from home.

So, I’m thinking of going there tonight and spending a few hours checking out the scenery and chatting with whomever shows up. In the olden days of two summers ago, if I was bored I would walk across the street to the used book store and buy a book. I’d then read it and sell it back. Perhaps I’ll do this tonight if I’m bored.

The place is also a haven of sentimentality. I spent many many many hours at the coffee shop chatting and spending time with the men I love. I can feel the mermories surround me everytime I smell the interior or feel the discomfort of the patio chairs.

My day has been a series of nothing important. I woke up and did some computer stuff. Then I watched the dvd of Rocky Horror Picture show for the millionth time. I watched tv, played on the piano, made myself some Starbucks coffee and here I am.

I’m just writing because I wanted to mention some of the dreams I had last night. I meant to write them this morning, but neglected to. I’m not sure what I ate last night, but I was having some strange vivid dreams. In one, I had cancer and the whole dream was me pooring yellow coloured poison into my blood veins to kill it. In another, I was travelling the world and ended up in Montreal. I wondered around and realized that all my friends had moved here. In another, humans were made up plastic bubbles, and I was plotting different ways to pop the bubbles and kill them. Then in the next, as punishment for reading other people’s LiveJournals, the people of Livejournal handed my journal over to my parents, and they made fun of me and laughed at me for hours over what was in it.

I wish I remembered to write these down this morning when they were fresh, and more detailed. I forgot though. Oh well

I’m off for coffee….