I kinda love it:



25 March at the Phoenix, 15 days after my birthday. Represent.

The Great Gatsby is likely the most soothing elixir for one suddenly faced with the reality of the plague that is epistemic loneliness.


I've given up on the notion of being able to catch up on life as it has played out over the last several months, so I'll say this: I'm at home. It is cold outside. Today I drank ten cups of coffee which means that I'm about an 8 on the scale of alertness and in two and a half weeks I am leaving the barren and incestuous wasteland that is Ontario.


(Never worry, unless swayed by some force of god, I'll be back.)

1) Another three of my all-time favourites.
2) This mix of Temptation is epic.
3) I am posting this because I don't have anything to say.

It is snowing. In October.

Sometimes I think that if I have to spend one more hour staring at a computer screen, I'll fucking lose it - fake my own death, cash in on my life insurance policy and head over to some tribal region of Malawi and live in a tent sharpening sticks for defense.

Selling two tickets to Yeasayer for the saturday night gig at the horseshoe - face value, save on the service charge, 13.50 each.

Email me at amyinzerosandones@gmail.com if you're into it.

x-posted to Toronto tomorrow I guess as today isn't a "sale" day. Rubbish.

I don't really want to talk about it but I made a huge mistake and am kicking my own arse right now re: last two entries.

Vague, I'm aware, but I'll do a proper FL update when I have a sec.

re: elections, I'm going to second everything that Victoria said.

What a huge waste of money.

I don't have anything else to say about that.

If you can find the full version, which is about 13 minutes long, watch it, it is much better than this.

Toronto,

Though this does fall under the sub-category of clinics, what I am looking for is a bit more specific -
I'm pretty sure that I have torn either my PCL or ACL.
I know that I need to see a doctor and I know that I will need X-rays and potentially an MRI however I don't really count this as an emergency - the pain and uselessness of my knee will not stop my heart. I would much prefer finding a clinic with X-ray facilities on site and obviously the ability to book the MRI at an appropriate location should this come up.

I guess my question has two parts.

1) Is anyone aware of a "step-above-a-clinic" center, something like an Urgent Care Center, with X-rays on site?

2) Has anyone had a similar/same injury in Toronto? Any do's or don'ts on where to go/proper protocol?

Oh - also, I don't have medical insurance (only OHIP) and am not backed by bags of green, if that means anything.

Cheers.


x-posted, obviously, in Toronto.

Amy + David Gedge = Finally.

Apparently we approve of each other's hair, the valor of Octopussy and the absurdity of the encore.


Last night was way too good for words.


RE: http://skindiving.livejournal.com/72853.html

Got this from Alexis, here are my stats:

QuitMeter Counter courtesy of www.quitmeter.com.

Tonight, I am seeing the Wedding Present.

Tomorrow is Nuit Blanche.

I am geared up for the best weekend ever.

http://www.scotiabanknuitblanche.ca/home.shtml

I ran away from Toronto for a funeral, amongst other things. This has been one of the strangest weekends of my life.

My train killed a man. So that made two suicides in 48 hours, the after-thoughts are unsettling.

I shopped, ate, gushed, held my father's crippled hand, cried more than what is deemed necessary and though I miss my bed and my home and my love and my clothes, something doesn't feel right -- I don't know where I should be right now, mum's shoulder is sometimes just too warm.

Funniest thing I have probably ever seen:



Music after the cut.
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Let it be known that the following incident prompted this post:


I'm currently trying to quit smoking.
So far, the longest I have been able to go without a cigarette is 6 hours.
This makes me, well, weak.

I signed up for this thing with the canadian cancer society to get a free 5-week supply of nicotine inhalers. Sweet deal, but I feel ridiculous. Anyway, we'll see how that goes.

While I'm on here, I have one more wedding photo.
This one is by far my favourite:

My three year anniversary of living in Toronto came and went earlier this month, without my even noticing. I had a quasi-tradition of taking the spadina streetcar from the Lakeshore/Gardiner/Harbourfront up to U of T, wandering over to St. George and stopping at Innis, commemorating the route I took coming in to the city.

God, I'm lame.

Anyway, happy belated anniversary to me!

I just realized that I've been making photo uploads to facebook that I haven't put here.

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So last week I wrote to this guy who potentially had an opening at his company -- friend of a friend kind of thing. Apparently I made a grammatical error in my email - I used "peak" instead of "pique".
He wrote back a few minutes ago correcting my grammar and asking me to phone him.

I feel like I'm 12 years old and my mother wants to have a "chat" about my sub-par results on a unit test.
I've been sitting here for a good 3 minutes repeating "You're an adult".
I'm probably the only person who finds this both hilarious and humiliating.

How did I fuck that up!?

Edit: Since writing that, I've gone for the interview and come back.
I... can't even touch this in a public forum. I just... wow.