I must have needed sleep because I went to bed at 11pm last night. I woke up meditating on the boddhissatvas that we supposedly all are. Whiskey, like rarely, came to sleep with me on my bed this morning after he woke me up. We have to go to the farmers market to interview francophones if there are any. I have not prepared at all for this project due this coming Tuesday at 5pm. Hopefully something can be worked out as a written piece by then, following our visit to Coquitlam's farmers market.