hmm... i need to revise this. sleep often offers some great insight.

i think this week was about getting together and sharing, not always in the most appropriate ways and moments feelings, grudges and personal vendettas that had otherwise been burried far far away, yet not deep enough to avoid them resurfacing at one point or another.

in other words, no matter how much snow falls from the sky and how deep you dig, things will reappear again. maybe in the spring, maybe sooner.

yesterday was all about that. it was about booze-fuelled arguements. about colleagues mixing the personal and the professional, and exposing that for everyone to see. it was the realization that no matter how much we're a close knit team, there is so much that we still to work things through.

i've chosen to stay out of this - literally, out of the arguments and the drinking - because that is really the only position i feel comfortable in. but i really must wonder why people can only be honest and upfront about their feelings when the excuse of 'i had too much to drink' is available.

because i don't like to wake up the next day with more things to solve, and to burry, than i had the morning before.

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the city is covered with over a foot of delicious whiteness. i think i need to go to mont-royal (that's the only mountain i have!) and make snow angels.