There’s something that always makes me feel amazed and amazing when I’m walking on Finch Ave. and I get caught in the shadow of a massive jet. It’s happened twice this week. I don’t know what the odds are of that (being somewhat close to the airport and all,) but they can’t be that good.
I skipped dinner last night, which sucked for me today because I came in to work all woozy and strange-headed. I picked up some Wendy’s on the way in. Yeah. Healthy. I know. But it was fast food or death, I swear!
I have more to write, will do so in a little bit.