Do you know

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears…

No matter where he takes you, Timbouktou, it don’t matter, because it’s fate. Know? Nobody can stop fate. Nobody can.

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I really hate the way that exercise can fuck with my hormone levels – it has to do with the fact that when I exercise at or above my 80th percentile my body metabolizes E and P so fast that I get a really sudden and nasty mini-PMS. It’s horrible.

I get very emotional and need to hide so people can’t see me, especially after I listen to music such as that which the lyrics above came from, and then have the voice over narration at the end spawn vivid memories of how fragile life can be.

The stop gap solution is for me to go work out like a maniac – let pain and endorphins combine to allow me to go until I am drenched and have forgotten everything except for the space I am in. if you have not been there, well, this won’t make any sense to you – the chemical cause and cure.

Docu-drama

A new twist has developed in my ongoing struggle to get all of my documentation switched over to my proper name – did you know that for many government services we Canadians are only indexed and identified by our SIN? I was already aware that SIN is not an acronym for Social Insurance Number – it’s actually Singular Identifying Number. Without it, or with errors in the information associated with it, well. you’re pooched in many circumstances.

In my case, Human Resources Development Canada (HRDC) is willing to help me stick it to Bell Aliant and Lockheed Martin for the way that I was treated, and more importantly at the moment, the way way that they are treating me. That’s quite nice of the government, no? The wrinkle comes in that I have not yet changed the name and gender that is associated with my SIN – ooops – running Charlotte Katherine Bickford comes up with a “hey – you’re deceased lady” and a “that’s not your SIN”.

Damn. But I do look pretty good for a dead chick.