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for a break.

I would like to take a break from myself. Do not be me within a few days. Be someone else. Live elsewhere, otherwise. Live differently. Under another name. Another body. Another profession. Another personality. Just do not be the person I am now.

I would like to use the pause function the remote. Stop everything to take time to breathe. Breathing. To perceive things from another angle. Clear my mind, clogged with a thick layer of dust. To see without being blinded. To try to find me. Especially. Because one day I'm lost. I wander past. And although it will, sooner or later, I regained my way.

But since in practice, neither the one nor the other of these solutions is possible, since it is illusory to hope that something miraculous happens, because daily life is like that, that I am must resolve to accept that she is human. She has no super powers. It can not solve all of a magic wand. The reality is much more complex. The outcome will not emerge from himself, I will act. Nothing happens if nothing is done.

A needed break. During which I temporarily step aside from this blog. I will return. Or maybe not. I do not know. Go figure.

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Rhhhhaaaaa. Definitely. While I grieves and night, and conspiring to harm me. (* )

Since Sunday afternoon, I wait.

I patient chronic me impatient.

I am crying. I sulk. I gasp. I curse my karma.

I want to use my new cell phone, good !!!!!!

yesterday by joining the customer service at Telus, I was warned that there might be a short delay of 24 hours before my activation. This morning, nyet. Still nothing. No service.

So I again contacted customer service at Telus in the early morning. Apparently, a glitch occurred when transferring my account to the card to the package (WTF? Why so complicated?) and I have to wait once more. 24 to 48 hours. Bouhhhhhh. Griping will not change anything unfortunately. To help me, we still added a bit of time to my brontosaurus that I will continue to use temporarily.

And as if that was not enough, I feel that a colony of bacteria (yet) immigrated in my bladder for the second time within a month. Say, amputate it, a bladder?

( *) This sentence is very appropriate pa s me, but Racine.

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You know it's Monday when ... Lifting

... it is 14.30, the Internet connection dying since 7:00 this morning and oh woe, the bookkeeper absolutely MUST forward the file to the payroll service AccèsD Desjardins so that employees receive their due.

Could you please tell me why These Things Happen it only Monday?

There must be a logical explanation. Therefore, one of these days I will write a thesis on the subject, entitled Monday, the day the gods cursed .

For, as stated by the great philosopher Garfield:

And I can also add a few words from a song by Irish band Boomtown Rats ( * ).

Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The Whole Day Down.

What? You do not know Boomtown Rats? Watch this piece and you will give me some news! (Ohh, lovely Sunday clothes!:-DD)

( *) Please note, the song recounts a tragic event happened in the United States during the 1970s. The group tells a shooting, perpetrated by a 16-year-old who opened fire in a courtyard school located just in front of his residence. This act of madness has cost the lives of two adults and several children were injured. For an explanation, when she was interviewed by police, the girl confessed "I do not like Mondays." Something as vile, full of contempt, without explanation other than a deep rage uncontrolled. Pure insanity.

worry, although I do not appreciate the Mondays, I have absolutely no intention to satisfy my murderous rage on poor defenseless people. Bah, once enraged many, I could always go molest some customers looking for a meal prémâché and without much flavor in the frozen food aisle at Loblaws.