you know its summer in Toronto when...
...the city is covered with a thick layer of goo and everyone is pissed off. With the humidity it feels like 40 degrees outside, there is a smog advisory in effect, and this morning the city awoke to a wildcat transit strike, so no one can get to work. Of course this really doesn't affect me in any way, as I've got my dad and his tank to drive me around.I was supposed to have my second internal zap today, but when I got to the hospital it turns out that there was some sort of ill communication and I'm scheduled for Thursday instead. So I fasted for nothing (I can't eat before the procedure) and now could eat the arse out of a dead donkey. Or, an alien out of a dead duck.
posted by Stephanie @ 12:32 p.m.
3 Comments:
I love the alien in the duck thing! That is hillarious!
I hate fasting for a procedure just because that makes me want to eat even more. Even if i'm not hungry! Tell me I can't eat and I will be STARVING by the time of the procedure. It's just evil how it works that way.
It's like being told to stay still. As soon as I hear the words "don't move", I feel a crazy bum twitch coming on...
Exactly! :) Like being in a library. You know you should be quiet but all of a sudden every single thing is hilarious!
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