there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven
So I came back from Cape Breton, it was a good time.
We had a gathering at a mansion outside of Sydney that’s owned by the chair of the board. Apparently the house used to be owned by Rita McNeil, back in the day. Indoor pool, 10 thousand square feet, full bar. Snioce
Had a very interesting chat with the PR director on the way home, about the future and family and stuff. A lot of things to digest and consider.
Naturally, after a week of chaotic meals, little sleep and a bit of drinking, I caught the flu or something. Being surrounded by 3500 kids probably didn’t help matters. Anyway, I felt like crap on Monday and came home early from work today. Hopefully I’ll be good to go for tommorrow.
I went to the Word on the Street book fair on Sunday with Stacy. Bought a couple books, and got a subscription for the Walrus magazine. It was a nice.
Saturday night, I went to Kaela’s for a house party. It was pretty cool, but I was still recovering from Cape Breton. Got home at 2, was locked out, panic a smidge, got in, keys on the desk. Fuck me.