i am not hungover anymore, but my stomach wants a cheeseburger. i am eating granola with hemp seeds and yogurt. this morning when i got up, i remembered the thawing chicken in the fridge and proceeded to cook it on my dollar store tray. oil bubblin' and fire alarm going off at 7AM- desperately fanning it with my towel since, stupidly, there is no ten-minute interruption button. duh.

last night was a combination of beer, raspberry beer, more beer... then some cheese with nachos sprinkled under them, then finishing beer, a sip of wine, and a tokey toke. raymi invited me to join her and phil at the victory cafe for dinner, and i was late because i drew a complete blank on where markham street lies, geographically.

in other news- it was fun! chillin', bullshittin', a whole lotta "...in'".

later raymi called me brown and said i eat weird food, to which i laughed and shoved more cheese in my cheese hole. phil said something about danishes being stuck to your head in reference to princess lea, and i dunno why it's still funny, but the literal image in my head is great. you should join me, sometime... my head is a great place to be.

except for right now 'cause i'm not-having-a-cheeseburger angry, and a wee bit moody from, you know, stuff...

ended up seeing her friend stefan at the foggy dew later on, which was some sort of freakish non-deja vu™ because we were talking about him earlier. what are the chances?! mystical.

hmmm. at the foggy dew my brother & roomie/best friend matt were waiting with friends since matty p's heading to banff for three months on an internship. it was a going away dealy that i caught five minutes of before going back to their place for the smokey smokey sir.

then home, crash, etc. wow, i am even boring myself with this post, time to stop. those $5 singapore noodles are calling my naaaaaaaaaaaaame. eep.