Check out my spectacular bruise!

I got it from fighting Zombie Bruce Lee. He was tough, but he’s just a zombie after all – I distracted by throwing some brains in front of the oncoming West Coast Express, and .. splat. He packed a mean punch, though – just look at that sucker. It’s huge! And multi-coloured! Ed congratulated me on the bruise; it’s that awesome. I almost want to frame it.

I missed a royal freakout! Someone in the alley behind the space station flipped the fuck out and was screaming and yelling and throwing things and beating up the dumpsters, and I missed it all! I was in a client meeting I couldn’t get out of, and I missed all the fun/ I am totally bummed out about not seeing crazy people. Then again, I live in the “ghetto of North Vancouver” (sayeth the crazy lady in #14) so I’m sure there’ll be some action before long. It’s not every day I get to see people who are not me having a tantrum outside my office, though.

Um. I don’t have anything else to say.