So anyway, I am back in Toronto *extremely long exasperated sigh followed by a shrug of doomsday-centric sentiments*. I had a nice time. I love my family. Sunday was to be filled with magical family delights but had been compromised by my ruined slumber. For some reason last night I couldn't sleep. I think I had too much caffeine. Every time I was about to nod off, my body did this twitching thing. Like, my arms would convulse, violently. At one point I hit myself in the head by accident in only a way that is unique to being me. This repeated until it was morning and I just said 'fuck that noise.' and had breakfast. In my attempts to achieve a state of slumber I took care of business maybe seven times. During this process I discovered I had a cyst on my upper right chest...al area -- ever so slight & under my skin. The last time I had a cyst, it resided to the side of my left ass... I remember this one time it actually ruptured en-route somewhere going east along the Bloor subway line. Fortunately, it didn't become a visual & public display of Epic Fail but when I got home to investigate it, the cyst exploded in a celebration of projected blood and puss when I touched it. I know what you're thinking -- That's so hot. and I'm all like, OMG I know. and then you're all like *awkward silence* and I'm like look at this photo, srsly.
Polish Gypsy Cyganska Pork Sausage > Humanity & All Human Accomplishments, excluding creation of sausages
Show of hands -- Who's jealous they don't have Polish Gypsy Cyganska pork sausage in their refrigerators? In other news I've become reacquainted with Oscar Wilde's, The Picture of Dorian Gray. I haven't read this since University days. It's his greatest accomplishment, for everything else he did was a bag of big crap. So....
And no I'm not going to start quoting Oscar Wilde in my blog now...
"All art is quite useless" -- O.W.