spark_of_life

So yesterday I got the distinct pleasure of having a nice long hour and a half meeting with winter in George town while I waited for GO bus that was over an hour late. And the go station was conviniently closed......that was sarcasm, there was nothing convinient about it. A nice painful reminder of why I hate this season, before I got too nostalgic about my surroundings. I forgave it later when the wind stoped and the snow was lazily falling and i went for a walk....(to my dealers house).........it wasent so bad then, but I sure hate waking up in the morning to it, especially to go to work. At least Im not doing that this year.

I have several running around missions that muxt be done before noon, this garde mange buffet project is a pain in my fucking ass, going to chef school when already know whats going on is frusterating, even more so when the stuff we are covering now I was taught in my first year at stratford.

The bones in my right hand hurt everymorning in the cold. Im going to drink hot chocolate sans the alcohol (I've got the border to thatnk for that one: Thank you border)

and by the way, that show was fucking amazing.

Seymour