I can't decide

[mbarrick]

Does my life suck or not? Work bit ass, of course. Would you believe I'm actually working on a project for a guy named Raybert. I can't hear his name without thinking "Dogbert". But then I took an alternate way home and I started feeling so much better. Rather than walking over the bridge I took one of the little Granville Island ferries across False Creek so I could stop by the market on the way home. This could become addicting. I love boats, and then walking through the market on the way home is perfect. I can pick up whatever I need for dinner right on the way, not to mention fresh bread, chocolate, flowers, you name it (once I get paid, of course). It just feels so damn human after spending the day in a box.