ABBA’s lyrics never rang truer…

Waaaaaterloo, couldn’t escape if I wanted toooo…

Peace out, homeslices.

Sophie!

I’m an aunt! I’m an aunt!

Elle s’appelle Sophie, 7 livres 3 onces…

More to follow!

Grade ‘A’ loser-hermit. m’yes.

After pulling an all-nighter or two (thank you for the mutual late-work-night moral support donkeycito) I was sick as a dog (I’m getting old; can’t pull it off no mo’.)

Barely 2 hours of any sleep and I was at it again. Successfully handed the work in, ran errands, baked cookies, made cadeaux deliveries and caught my lovely ex-roomie Shannon before she headed back to Vancouver.

Thus, saturday was exceptionally shiny and involved all of:

(click on me)

Oh yes, that’s right.
Le brat recently made it here, and is now an official Montreal-dweller too:

Montreal took a bite out of me. (I’m biting back.)

Saturday night in the metro. En route for a little taste of Pop Montreal à la solo.

Finally doing something with this city so alive beneath my feet.

(Had me a little Beirut and Akron/Family and We Were Born Ruffians. And just to completely spoil my fresh-and-pipin’ hot!- sesame bagels and salmon spread dinner late on Sunday night, I also gorged on some Sunset Rubdown.)

mmmmm-hmmm.

like I put two different halloween candies in my mouth at once.

that’s how I feel.

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but i guess what rob’s trying to say, in his convoluted and drawn out way, is that I’m loved and I have people… they’re just far away from me right now.

and i know, i know… i’m downright lucky to have those people, i wouldn’t be right here right now.

so… thank you!

please just give me a little longer to get on my feet.

ps – there’s a pun in there to make you very proud meester sykes. catch that?