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I woke up yesterday to be rudely surprised by the fact that I'm sick. All congested and throat achey and now it feels like theres a mess of brambles growing in my chest.
Ew.
Despite that, however, I worked most of the day yesterday (not counting my lunch date with Juhee and Sarah) and then dressed up in all the warm clothes I own to spectate at the Parade of Lost Souls. It's a big halloween celebration that takes place on the Drive every year, and so that was lots of fun. Christine and Cait went as an ipod commercial, Alex went as Craigslist, and we saw all sorts of cool things and bands and firethrowers and stuffs. It was a big street festival and was lots of fun. I met up with Elliot for just long enough to get a hug and make fun of his bad costume before he left for a house party and I left to find Specer.
Today Christine and I made fresh orange juice to encourage a quick recovery on my behalf. On the way home from buying the oranges I spied the homeless man with the dog that I took a picture of. I gave him a toonie and told him I had taken a picture of his dog a while ago and that next time I saw him I'd give him a print. In anycase, the juice was really good...as Christine pointed out 'man, do I love it when I can chew my orange juice."
Then we had baked potaotes for dinner. Mmm. And in a fit of impulsiveness, we went and bought gelato for dessert with our grocery money. Hehehe.
Ew.
Despite that, however, I worked most of the day yesterday (not counting my lunch date with Juhee and Sarah) and then dressed up in all the warm clothes I own to spectate at the Parade of Lost Souls. It's a big halloween celebration that takes place on the Drive every year, and so that was lots of fun. Christine and Cait went as an ipod commercial, Alex went as Craigslist, and we saw all sorts of cool things and bands and firethrowers and stuffs. It was a big street festival and was lots of fun. I met up with Elliot for just long enough to get a hug and make fun of his bad costume before he left for a house party and I left to find Specer.
Today Christine and I made fresh orange juice to encourage a quick recovery on my behalf. On the way home from buying the oranges I spied the homeless man with the dog that I took a picture of. I gave him a toonie and told him I had taken a picture of his dog a while ago and that next time I saw him I'd give him a print. In anycase, the juice was really good...as Christine pointed out 'man, do I love it when I can chew my orange juice."
Then we had baked potaotes for dinner. Mmm. And in a fit of impulsiveness, we went and bought gelato for dessert with our grocery money. Hehehe.