superflea

Things are better today.

Most of the drama has cleared up.

I got too drunk last night. Sweet Jesus, why did I think that last round of Irish Car Bombs was a good idea?

Trips to Ikea make everything better. I haven't given my friend a firm answer on moving into his place yet, but the few pieces of furniture I picked up yesterday were clearly purchased with that space in mind.

I now own a coffee table.

And I rule.

And I'm going to Toronto tomorrow to get my precious baby guitar out of the shop. Basically every one of my TO friends has something better to do tomorrow (Dogslife, you're totally in the clear on this one), so what was planned as an all-day thing might now just be a drive to the shop, a jaunt to Sushi Time, and a drive home.

But I get my guitar back.

And I might get myself a new computer.