I made a last minute trip to Ottawa this weekend – which negates my statement from my last post of course.
I hopped a 12:01am bus to O-town and just got back on my weekend, whirlwind journey.
On another note of possible good sense, I opted to cancel my order for the new iPod touch, citing reasons of it being well beyond my current means. Perhaps the 8GB Nano will more than suffice (at half the price).
Is it Friday? It is! The weekend; bitter-sweet when I don’t get to spend it with my lady.
I suppose spending the day with my friend Will might be a runner-up… of sorts.
There’s a bottle of red wine in the basement with my name all over it for tonight.
Man, I hope when I’m older I get a cool nickname. Right now I got JVL and that’s cool, I guess… if you’re into initials.
But what does the future hold? Will I have an innocuous name like “pussy-flower” or will it be something that strikes fear into the hearts of youths like…
Part processing apathy, part archive-digging lethargy, you get the florb today.
This machine and some flat gravel is all that’s left of a few buildings at the corner of Sommerset & Booth in Ottawa – the day after the fire I took this:
