I wasn't going to come home between work and Navs, but I had to detour because a diminuitive distinguished-looking-under-the-circumstances woman shuffled across Bank St. in front of me, and what I'm trying to say is that I swear I saw Aline Chrétien taking a printer in to Staples for repairs and that seemed like something so unlikely (like, it really must have been someone else) that it must be reported urgently. Please, someone, prove me wrong.

Oh, and sis, I tried signing you gbook. I see that it worked for you, but it didn't for me, so your pants may have only been smart for a moment.

And now I'm going to be late. But no! The bus. Hooray for bus.

Oh, and look at that, an invitation to Kristin and Paul's wedding. (Regrets--it's between Christmas and New Years in freaking Guelph)