In some serious bladder pain. You really did need to know that.
Parents dropped me off at school and then went to Toledo. Checked emailed, ran into Jay, met up with R (they're stocking the Laura Secord already), had lunch (shake for me, strawberry crepes and cream for him; somehow, R seems to be able to make cream it's own food group), went to class, suffered, left half-way throug (it's a 3-hour class, give me a break!), ran into Olivier, who drove me home. ;) Other than the bladder thing, it's a lucky day.
Seriously considering going to the anti-Iraq-war rally on Saturday at Queen's Park. I've decided I'm a pacifist, but a very special kind of pacifist, which isn't something I can write about in the two minutes I have before I'm forced to go to the loo again. You'll just have to wait.
Readin' "Pyramids" (Pratchett)
Listenin' to that bloody fountain trickling
Thinkin' about FOOD and loo
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