I'm listening to Savage Garden... and enjoying it.

I blush, I blush.

That writing I was talking about earlier? The hard part's done and it's finished. Now I await the editor's words.

Who'd have thought that writing an in-depth article for a newspaper could feel similar to writing an essay for a class?

(...probably someone who's more-versed in the art of journalism than I am, that's who...)

I'll get it done. Slowly.

Tax-payer funded fun times over at CBC's Zed TV (not that that's a bad thing at all...):

A short I came across a long time ago that is simply rather interesting to watch if only for the pace and storytelling. Messages be damned, it's fun:

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It's been about nine days since. What's it mean? Is it on me?

Will I always feel?

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Wish me luck as I (finally - May 24 is a late start date, which is fine by me) begin my new summer job.

Ergh?

Woo Toronto. Wow. Why don't I live here amongs real actual urbanity?

Breakfast and coffee, outside in the sun and light breeze with the newspaper and the knowledge that there's nothing to do all day. Nice.