Date: August 13, 2003

Author: Tegan Quin

As I sit in my little piece of paradise here in Vancouver, I am really desperate to write a new song. I have to get working on the new record and we have asked for a lot of time off to do that. This summer has been a lot of play time and not a lot of work time. I mean I work. I reorganize all my receipts and I organize my in box and out box on email everyday. I respond right away to every email I get work or personal related. Sometimes I respond with an email and a call. I have lots of meetings and I feel like we are still working enough to be paying out a lot of money. Which means I have to go to the bank everyday and everyone there is starting to know me so we talk a lot while I pretend that I have somewhere to be when really the bank is all I have planned for that 3 hour block and I came down to just pay my hydro when I actually have it worked out so I can pay It on line in an eighth of the time but there I am in the bank and it is so hot I am ornery and figety but I can’t talk myself into leaving because what else do I have to that is more interesting than talking to Sheryl at the bank? Nothing. I mean I can think of a million things more interesting. Just last week I went to the zoo and I saw every animal, some I even visited twice. Who has time for that? I went to some mountain and climbed it, ate my lunch at the top, took a nap, climbed down, you know how much time had passed,? None, as it turns out I actually gained an hour while climbing down. I tried not to watch tv the other day but I did, I saw Rush on the Toronto Sars Concert. Was I the only person who did not see any other bands, just Rush? Later that night I watch CBC as they began coverage and was looking forward to watching the Rolling Stones. They went to a really long commercial break and then, Rush. They were just doing highlights. What about the Rolling Stones? I got another eye infection in Toronto last weekend. Someone in the elevator at my hotel told me it was the smog, I think it was Air Canada. I got a flight that served no dinner, had no movie, I was in the back seat, which meant I could not recline and worst of all I was next to the urban myth of my nightmares. What is it you ask? People who bring fast food onto a plane and save it, yes that’s right, MOTHERFUCKING SAVE IT, the whole first two hours and then open up fries, cold ones, and a fucken hot dog and eat it, and then……..I need a nap.