Thanksgiving

Trev and Sarah are far too kind. In retrospect, I should have known that when they said to invite anyone who doesn't have a place to go for thanksgiving they didn't mean that I could add 9 people to the existing guest list of 12. They welcomed us all, though, and the food was _amazing_.

Bah.

Look, so I didn't take a friggin picture today. I wasn't feeling well. What do you want? Why don't _you_ take a picture once in a while?

Fine Use of a Friday Night

Before going to see Eagle vs. Shark and that stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid Toronto-subway-zombie movie at the film festival, I got my hair cut and re-dyed by some kind of Norse mythological figure in my kitchen.

Late Nights

I decided that if a regular schedule was the thing to have, I might as well pick one that I can follow, like 10-2 or 11-3. No luck so far.

um,

I don't think they really understand how this works.

Bugged!

We were at that cafe 12-something or something-12 or whatever for at least an hour before I found this metal dot stuck under the table. What is this?

Retroactive

I took this picture on the 2nd, but let's pretend I took it on the 1st and that I don't spend all my time missing f*cking deadlines. And let's go see a movie at this theatre soon, you and me. It's nice.