You know me. I like the grey, but I have to admit, winter sun isn’t so bad. It’s sunny all day and then ridiculously foggy at night. The streets get all wet, even though it’s not raining.
Anyway, this morning, since the light was so nice, I took a bunch of pictures around my apartment. Here’s my living room:
Last night I watched some horrible documentary on TLC about a man who died from sepsis after his bedsores got infected. He had bedsores because he weighed 760 lbs.
I immediately went for a run.
In other news, the plasma came back from the repair shop today. I swear the repair guys who worked on it are like a bizarre world Penn and Teller. You’ve got to admit that the fact that they had my TV for three weeks and couldn’t find a thing wrong with it is a pretty good trick. (Not!)
Speaking of things that are NOT good, I’m annoyed at Bell Mobility again. I mean, is wanting my phone to actually ring when people call me so much to ask? Instinctively, I say no. It seems rather reasonable, actually. But Bell disagrees. I’m not sure why.
I think it’s because they’re assholes.
One more month till I’m back in Toronto. Believe it.