Eager Beaver Kindergarten

Crazy nonsense from the OG box at the bus stop off Victoria Street.

Having went to bed last night still feeling sore and lousy about the messed up interview, I woke up today surprisingly early and perky. Got emails out of the way, feeling better to read the love waves drifting in from the internet from a few corners of the world. Kinokuniya to buy a frickin' awesome birthday present for Kevin's 20th, and to watch The Swimming Instructor with Matthew, which is a terrible terrible thing to watch on a Saturday afternoon when there's lots of other fun to be had. So, things are looking up again after a slight dip last night. Thats the way things are, wickedly random, grabbing you by the scruff, like a shrine dedicated to nonsense in the middle of the city on a hot Saturday afternoon.