I was planning on seeing an art exhibition that a friend recommended.
Unfortunately, this morning we discovered Miss Mimi seems to have conjunctivitis, which set wifey off on an anxiety attack.
So we didn't end up seeing the art exhibition.
(Miss Mimi will need to visit the vet tomorrow.)
On the upside, I have started packing for my trip in two weeks.
A restful weekend seems to have helped with the flu I've been nursing for the past week.
Another tobacco shop arsoned. Is it terrible that seeing as I don’t smoke or vape or participate in illegal tobacco gang warfare, I don’t care one bit. If they wanna bomb each other out of existence, probably works out just fine for the rest of us.
Like when the misso says you gotta do me in the fart box coz I'm on the bloods? paraphrased from the Union Club toilet wall.
Or these fucking rice burner fartbox hatchbacks that just have a shit exhaust so they manage to wake an entire neighbourhood with their 2am fuckery?