Back in Toronto, I think at the right time. I'd missed Lexie and being able to flush the toilet whenever I liked. But still feeling the effects of Northern Ontario's landscape - the most primordial I've ever appreciated. The glaciers scraped all the rock clean not that long ago and what grows there now is what's able to survive on exposed granite that bakes in the summer and freezes during the winter. The places that have gone marshy burgeon with all sorts of weird life, and the places that haven't have all these old, old plants - lichen, moss, and huge spiky trees that take the rocks with them when they get blown over. If dinosaurs weren't such cold-blooded wusses, you could imagine them walking around up there.
So that was nice. And we didn't stop eating and drinking all weekend, which was nice too. Lady has a beautiful cabin on a beautiful island, and I think being on an island makes it easier to be more decadent. I'm not sure how. But it did.
Anyways. Got back to news a stingray killed Steve Irwin and my old adviser has said he will, indeed, write me a reference. His intention is to send it to me, though, not the schools in question, which evidently proves he's a fruit. Has he never written one of these before? Fack. City headaches coming back. Now I have to stop being a punk about my proposal. Faaaack.
Any suggestions about where I can find the cheapest possible England ticket?