I am stalking the FedEx tracking page to find my SqueePC. Last update says they loaded it onto a truck for delivery last night at 10pm, so it looks like we’re back in limbo. At least this limbo is much closer to home than the Ontario limbo we were stuck in last week – here, I can chase down trucks on my scooter and demand they hand over my goods. That’ll work, right? People enjoy being chased down by nonsensical fat girls on motorbikes? Yeah, I thought so. I’ll have my baby back in NO TIME.

While I am quite good at kicking people out of boardrooms when I need it, it is a daunting thing to open the door unto many executives in suits. I had the room booked at 10am and it is now 10:08 and they are showing no signs of moving anytime soon. This is highly inconvenient. I have half a mind to go back to Starbucks and wait their rudeness out from across the street.

I am personally shocked and dismayed that tomatoes have been pulled from almost everywhere because of a salmonella outbreak. What’s a little salmonella in the face of glorious, delicious tomatoes? People should just suck it up and expect a little danger when they eat. I want my tomatoes, damnit. I am passionate about my love for those little red bundles of flavour joy, and I was not impressed to see my various foodstuffs over the past weekend arrive without the expected tasty goodness.

Last night when I got home I had a little incident. It’s probably 100% because I mentioned that I hadn’t had to use my Accident Free bag for quite some time, but yesterday I managed to fall sideways off my bike and into a cement post, spraining my left wrist for good measure. Frankly, I consider this a victory – I didn’t fall DOWN, I fell SIDEWAYS. There is a very distinct difference, as my bruise-free legs can attest. My left shoulder and wrist, however, are quite unhappy. Also, I had forgotten how good I look in black and blue.