slamming weekend

friday night:

shabbat candles, pharmacy walk in weather warm enough for just a shirt, quicksalad in front of bubblegum crisis: tokyo 2040 and passing out by the third episode, waking up to painful rls

saturday:

awfully tedious dreams, ending with a truck driver almost killing me and ru55 and a half an hour on the phone with 911

a day full of taxes, a beautiful, summer's day full of taxes and capped off with an iced coffee that turned out to be a mistake of coagulated almond milk

gd's gym buddy, heavy shopping, cleaning up and making dinner, one piece dubbed isn't quite as good

la belle verte is conceptually brilliant. have i never seen the beginning of strange days, or is the version on netflix the director's cut?

yesterday:

sleeping in, long breakfast coffee and failing with google play music sync and to help gd with her taxes, not-so-quick dollarama mission and meeting friends for a hot, sunny walk and silly-expensive pizza (or beer and salad, in my case).

back home for a fantastically good but short rest, then off to the throw collective's finals.

1. my performance as sacrifice was appreciated, and i enjoyed myself in spite of my nerves

2. overall excellent quality, and the collective is sending a really strong team to the cfsw this year

3. the feature (queen ka?) was kinda lame, but her backup musicians were brilliant

4. a long walk for greasy fries and gross toilets

today:

1.30am, aaaand late to bed.