bandwagoning

I set up a Flickr account to take my mind off how utterly and fantastically bummed out I am at the moment. There isn’t much there yet – I want to upgrade to pro before I start moving all my images over – but take a look if you’re bored and add me to your contacts, or something.

whoa oh oh it’s critical

Our laundry situation is now critical. I am out of pants and underwear, and therefore am wearing two skirts (just in case) and emergency unmentionables. Laundry Night in Canada has been foiled twice now and I am out of patience along with clean shirts – we will be doing laundry tonight, or else. I have spoken!

Ed just told me the car repairs will cost $450 ($300 deductible and $150 for a new grille), for a total of $1400 spent since the end of December. I am both sick to my stomach and helplessly enraged.

Fuck.

that lucky old son

Frankie Laine died this morning, at the age of 93. My dad absolutely loved Frankie’s music – in fact, he was probably his hero. They actually got to know each other and become friends, which is pretty cool. Here’s hoping they’re hanging out somewhere, raising a toast to eternal good times.

RIP, Frankie.