Just want all you wimps in California to know that right now, in Toronto, outside my door, it's -24C. With a windchill making it feel like -35C. Your nads would freeze and drop off as soon as you stepped off the plane.
That's right. I went there.
At home. Inconvenient, since all my school books are at Rick's. And I'm not liking school, as a whole. Just want it to be over with.
The cat at PJ's Petstore we've nicknamed Fat Bastard is still there. I saw him/her yesterday. It's the enormous himalayan white and orange tortoiseshell, who's so furry it can't even get up and walk very well. It lounges and collects dust, mostly, and it was born the same week as Nibbley so I think it's fate. It's also been reduced $500 now, so it's only $999. Fat Bastard the Discounted Cat. Has a ring to it.
RICK! GET IT FOR ME!
Readin' nothing really
Listenin' to pure silence
Thinkin' about food.
Most recently I was 
