Four months away from home made me miss my belongings. Coming home to them makes me wonder why I keep all this crap around. Don't get me wrong, I love my stuff; all the tiny pieces of paper, various bottles of glue, bazillions of pens that don't work and pencils with broken lead. And CDs, oh hell what am I going to do with the stacks of CDRs that I have absolutely no use for, but am afraid to get rid of? My walls are covered in things. Things I tell you, many things, lovely things, like giant letters [including my brand new @ sign], shiny stuff and danglies. But in such a small space, a space I will only see for less than one year, is it all necessary?

I'm ready to cut these damned nails. I can't type on normal keyboards (normal, meaning not on a laptop) and last night as I was ready to fight everyone at the airport, climbing over a mountain of over-sized baggage, digging for my bike, one of these long-ass appendages bent backwards to the point of blood-shed, and well, I about turned into a werewolf. Perhaps I will cut them off after I go to the liquor store.

AirTunes! Airport Express is alive and seamlessly streaming beautful iTunes through the apartment. Problem: The only outlet I can use is hidden behind a dresser and this is an issue because I want to look at it. I want people to walk in and go, "Hey, nice little white thing."

Oh, if you haven't noticed, I'm back in Canada. Nothing too exciting about that, so maybe I won't discuss it right now. I'm trying to ignore everything about being back – difficult task, yes, but I'm trying real hard. A giant grad project proposal due this week isn't helping matters much. This proposal is due on Thursday or something and well, I have to map out a year-long project. I know what I am doing, and believe me it is very exciting, but what was I doing for four months that I didn't even touch it? I've gotten really good and making things up as I go along, so all should be well. It may take some time to get visuals prepared for this project, but keep your eyes peeled and watch for bits and pieces of my new undertaking, only here, on zed tv.