I really must start getting to sleep slightly before midnight. Write that down.
\nHighlights of the weekend are too many and too good to get into detail about or I will be up until the wee hours. Who am I kidding? I’ll be up anyhow.<\/p>\n
– Saturday night<\/strong> at the Bishop with Chrissy, Scott, Phillipa, Conor, Joe, Joyce, Dan and JVL and their lady peeps was excellent. Once again, a little bit of poison was had with the unfortunate Jager\/Schlager\/amaretto\/sambuca\/other combination (I always forget this is a bad idea at crunch time). On the bright side, at least Dan and I learned our lesson about Wombats (horrible rum-based shooters). I got to meet the infamous and awesome Glenda, Joe got in touch with his – and Justin’s – masculine side, photographic evidence suggests I may have smooched Joyce, and I think we prank called J.Wilson. Good old fashioned shenanigans. The only thing missing was Melly, who I hope feels well enough to come out and play soon.<\/p>\n – Sunday morning<\/strong> my Gadget Liver did a champion job of filtering my toxic bloodstream into a good semblance of normality. Ed cooked me a lovely greasy breakfast involving the key elements of tea, eggs and chicken bacon, and with the help of a lot of fluid I was on my feet and serving the comic book reading public. Spent the whole day upstairs at the Snail cleaning and restocking miniatures, and am appalled to discover that I now know far more than I ever wanted to about D&D Harbinger uncommons. Egad.<\/p>\n – Sunday afternoon<\/strong> I began working myself into a mild panic about my MRI, but was happily distracted by the unexpected appearance of *Christian Slater*<\/a> casually browsing on the first floor. Apparently it’s not uncommon for him to drop by our store, but I was having some difficulty processing this information and will now be mocked until the end of days by Sarrah for being starstruck. Come on, people! Heathers? True Romance? Interview With the Vampire? Name of the Rose? Pump Up the Volume? Hell, even Bed of Roses? Did nobody but me see these movies at an impressionable age?<\/p>\n – Sunday evening<\/strong> began with me being hospitalized, deafened, paralyzed, piercingless and partially naked for about half an hour. Stupid broken brain. Stupid MRI. Nothing makes one feel less sexy than wearing a hospital gown, unless it’s wearing a hospital gown WITH a disposable blue hair net. Hospitals are just so nasty. I don’t mind loud noises, or remaining perfectly still, but both at the same time is no fun. Especially when all you can look at is a metal cage hovering inches away from your face, and the pitch and rhythm of the noises changes ever six minutes. First jackhammer, then car alarm, then broken furnace. Once it was over, I took the streetcar back along Queen and then met up with Julie and Sarrah at Spadina. By the time I got home I felt well enough to call my Mom and then debrief with Chrissy.<\/p>\n – Sunday night<\/strong> was spent at Chrissy’s apartment, where I stole and ate some pizza and chocolate transfat biscuits enveloped in transfatty chocolate coating. Mmm. We indulged in a little photoshopping magic, insulted Cleio, laughed a lot, goofed around and suddenly it was eleven o’clock. And here my weekend endeth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I really must start getting to sleep slightly before midnight. Write that down. Highlights of the weekend are too many and too good to get into detail about or I will be up until the wee hours. Who am I kidding? 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