I knew I made this blog for a reason...

Restless during the black of night, I throw back the bedsheets, overheating from the almost suffocating blankets but just as quickly replacing them as the cold crawls over me again. I had forgotten the joys associated with summer in Toronto.

Strange, in a sense, firing up the computer circuits at 3am to find some outlet for the hamster that won't stop running on the wheel (thanks for the phrase Ryan). It turns out that putting finger to key (and again) and actually staring at my own incoherent thoughts is as ridiculous as it sounds.

And yet I couldn't help reading over a few past posts and thinking, "hey, with the exception of certain terrible sentences/posts/ideas, this writing is actually passable." At the very least I didn't feel like editing the posts into oblivion, so that must be something.

I find myself torn: unable to dive into my summer science fiction reading because of academic commitments I find myself without my first line of defence against insomnia.

Unwilling to sell my soul to the TTC and impatient customers, I am wary of the financial reserves dwindling and reducing my capabilities for alternative sleep inducing methods even further.

Don't get me wrong, the summer holds promise. G20/G8 meetings always raise public awareness and participation (as well they should), two weeks settling in has seen the release of multiple blockbuster hits - all of which I have yet to see - and more are in store.

Update: Michael Bryant had the charges of reckless driving and negligence causing death dropped, on grounds that there was no reasonable chance of conviction. Bikers took to the street in response, holding up traffic during the regular rush hour out of the city.

On to less dramatic affairs...

A newly discovered local book store has become a wonderful place to spend time, both chatting with the owner and perusing the shelves; in true independent fashion one is required to put on the ol' Indiana fedora and go hunting through shelves of artifacts and treasures. And there thur be gold!

Why then the insomnia? Surely reacquainting with friends missed during the year and a fresh bookshelf and theatre is more than sufficient. Although personally a fan of the cold rather than warm (and willing to bitch regardless of what season it is), even the weather is cooperative. Until this week.

In retrospect this sounds more like the rambling of middle class white kid. Loving girlfriend, finished degree, full belly and warm bed blah blah blah the stereotype goes on. However, akin to my peers and those less endowed, I find myself facing bleak summer job opportunities and uncertain career prospects.

Somewhat ironically, my successful application to graduate school (promptly splattered on the front of my resume to distinguish from those who were on the "5-0 to go program") has actually hindered job search opportunities. Full time positions are everywhere, having been shut out of at least three in my local neighbourhood, but part time seasonal work seems to be MIA.

The green numbers continue to get smaller, almost taking on a slightly reddish hue as they shrink in size.