2003-08-11

While waiting on a street corner on Friday (for the light to change, not for business opportunities, you pervs), I noticed that the person on the opposite corner was looking at a lamppost and laughing. Since she didn’t exhibit any other signs of mental instability, I checked out the lamppost for myself when I crossed the street:

Coolest. Yard sale. EVER.

But did I go? No. For I was too hung over. I am a fool. A fool in dire and obvious need of coolness enhancement.

Perhaps they might even have had a fan for sale. I really am a fool – one who is SO HARDCORE that I will endure thirty-plus degree temperatures and one hundred BILLION percent humidity without so much as a fan, let alone air conditioning. Ottawa feels like a fucking armpit these days, and smells rather less fragrant.

I know I go on about the weather a lot, so I’ll nip this rant in the bud. Suffice it to say, if you don’t hear from me again, it will be because my eyeballs have liquefied to molten goo within their sockets and I can no longer see my computer screen.