Nothing sucks quite like getting up at 5:30 on a Saturday. Of course, I’ll probably revise that statement tomorrow morning when I get up at 3:30.
It’ll be worth it, though, when I’m functional in Paris.
[tags]sunrise, paris[/tags]
Category: Daily life
Oh yeah…that's today
I kept wondering why I could hear so many low-flying aircraft, until I looked out my window and saw an F-22, F-16 and a smaller plane (I might be crazy, but it looked like a P-51) flying in close formation. Which is not something you see every day.
Must be the air show.
I love living down here.
[tags]canadian international air show, F-22, F-16, P-51[/tags]
Well, hello there September
Seriously though, I have no recollection of August. How was it?
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I just got back from a few hours of shopping (which I enjoy ever so much): breakfast at Holt’s, clothes at m0851 and Harry Rosen, wrist braces at Shopper’s and the Nike Store, and a few other odds & ends. Nellie’s still out looking for stuff. The plan for today is to power through a bunch of errands and work/school stuff, drink a beer on the balcony, barbecue some veggie burgers and watch a movie. I don’t think I can handle more than that, nor do I wish to.
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Come on, I know you do the same thing every time you hear the song.
[tags]august, september, holt renfrew, m0851, harry rosen, nike store[/tags]
The waiting game
Sitting in the fracture clinic waiting room. I’ve been here since 8:45, almost two hours. Last time it was much faster than this, and my CT scan earlier this morning was superfast. I guess I was due for a long hospital wait.
If they just glance at it and tell me I have to leave the cast on, I’m gonna punch somebody leftie-style.
[tags]broken wrist, st. mike’s hospital[/tags]
Seul
Sometimes it’s the ones you weren’t trying to take that you end up liking best. I was taking pictures of some fireworks going off over the Distillery District, et voila.
Seriously, though, I can hardly rely on this kind of serendipity next month. I need to learn to use the friggin’ camera.
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Nellie’s away camping with the girls this weekend, so I have the run of the place. I can’t enjoy it too much, really; whether she’s here or not I’d be stuck in front of the computer all weekend learning about bond duration and Basel II. Still, it’ll be nice to play Mogwai all night and sprawl across the whole bed.
[tags]fireworks, distillery district[/tags]
The calm before the boring, boring storm
Pretty good start to the day: went over to Barrio to have brunch with CBGB. We ate our fill (I had waffles covered in…well, everything; Nellie had princess pancakes) and caught up with them. Then Nellie and I strolled down Queen Street and checked out a bit more of Leslieville before hopping on the streetcar.
Next stop was UpCountry, where I was all set to be super-bitchy with some staff (I had hissed ultimatums prepared and everything) but the manager happened to be in today and he seemed reasonably confident. He promised delivery this week and apologized profusely, both of which were new events for us. I won’t declare him actually helpful until the bed we picked out is in our bedroom, but if that doesn’t happen this week as promised then I’m bringing the pain.
Then a quick hop over to {shudder} the Eaton Centre where we grabbed some shoes. We’re both in need of some footwear for our upcoming trip, and just wanted to get it over with. I managed to get in and out without throttling any teenagers; I guess those nine beers at brunch took some edge off.
Now, with all that fun out of the way, I’m looking at a day of financial risk management quizzes and work emails. Yaaaaaay.
368 days from now I’ll be done the MBA. Not that I’m counting.
[tags]barrio, brunch, upcountry, skechers, eaton centre, mba[/tags]
Hello constriction my old friend, I've come to wheeze at you again
Well, hello there, chest pain. Long time no see. I don’t think I’ve seen you ’round these parts since, oh, since the last time things were this fucked. Let’s see if you brought your friend shingles with you as well.
Just kidding. If I thought I were having stress-related chest pain I’d probably be in a hospital waiting room, not in front of my computer. But I have felt this…I don’t know, tightness in my lungs before. It’s usually after I run on a really muggy, polluted day. I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, given the air quality around here. Note to self: after running on a day like that, give self day to recover before running again.
Things really are fucked right now though. The temptation to just say “shag it” and submit a half-assed assignment is nearly unbearable. The idea of watching Superbad on opening night is the only thing getting me through the week.
[tags]superbored, superbad[/tags]
In which I overshare
I forgot to put vaseline on my nipples before my run and now the left one hurts.
That is all.
[tags]vaseline, nipple, run[/tags]
Yea and verily, we need a no-Speedo bylaw
A rooftop pool near where I live. It always looks so great when someone’s swimming and the sun’s hitting it. I took a few pictures of “rooftop life” today, like this one, and stuck ’em on Flickr.
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Oooowheeee. After working on a stupid assignment all day (seriously, this may be the first time that I’ve hated school, rather than feeling simply annoyed or overwhelmed) it felt good to run a few miles. I spent too much time sitting on my ass this week. Why didn’t I buy an Aeron chair when I started this 3 years ago?
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Songs that won’t leave my head today: “Bridges” by L’Spaerow and “The Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill” by Husker Du.
[tags]rooftop life, mba, running, l’spaerow, husker du[/tags]
My slow descent into the weekend
Some lads playing cricket in Moss Park. Click on the picture to get the larger sizes.
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Today were a looooong one. Got up early to hit the bank and then the lawyer’s office where we signed over our bank accounts, our various chattels and the rights to any future screenplays we may write. In return we’ll have our very own crushing debtload come Tuesday. Huzzah!
Didn’t leave work until 8:00, by which time Nellie was happily nibbling away on something delicious at Fieramosca with her friends. They called a few minutes ago; even Mennie (the hostess) said hello. She missed me. I could tell.
Right now I’m enjoying my alone time and the clean apartment and my efficiency at catching up on stuff. I’m blasting the New Pornographers and gettin’ shit done. It may qualify as a lame Friday night, but goddamn it feels nice.
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BlogTO had a couple of great island-related features earlier this week: a detailed description of a first trip on Porter Air (who fly from the Toronto Island Airport) that pretty much removed any doubt I had about using them the next time I felt to Montreal, Ottawa or Halifax, and an explanation of why the gradual extension of the Leslie Street Spit is causing (or, rather, not preventing) the erosion of the Toronto Island beaches.
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Every time I listen to Radiohead‘s Kid A I’m struck by how good it is. Every time.
[tags]moss park, mortgage, fieramosca, new pornographers, blogto, porter air, leslie street spit, radiohead, kid a[/tags]
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