Holy crap I’m cold!

I biked home tonight in chilly weather, and all I had on was shorts and a t-shirt. Now I’m chilled and can’t seem to shake it, even though I’ve been home for an hour. My answer? Rooibus red chai tea, of course!

Dayle is psychotic tonight. I just fed him some vaseline, which usually calms him down, or at least distracts him for a while, but it didn’t do much of anything this time. Evil beast.

August 8th is my last day of work, and also the day of my open stage/party and also the beginning of my last week in Toronto. In honour of these things, here’s a song:


Birds sing there’s not a cloud in the sky
Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah
August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a real bad dream
Suddenly everything is ok
The storm has passed the sun is shining
Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
What’s goin on what’s goin on
Is something bummin your scene?
There’s something wrong,
There’s something wrong I’m not trying to be mean
The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin
nowhere in sight is anything gray

Feelings of joy are filling the street
yeah August 8th is beautiful day
Like waking up from a fucked up dream,
suddenly everything’s looking good
There’s been no permanent damage done
Yeah August 8th came right when it should

Poor Jeff, poor little Timmy turtle
Staying home on such a beautiful day