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Every day on my way to and from work I pass the Ontario Government buildings. It's a big red stone building with a clocktower that - no foolin' -- served as an insane asylum until it was taken over for it's current use.
For the last number of months something has been bugging me - there's something different. And I just couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time. They haven't cut down any trees, there are no new statues that I can pick out, none of the surrounding buildings have changed visibly.
I was walking by today when it hit me. There are no protesters.
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i went home straight from work on Saturday night with a neck that was wider than my head and hallucinated like crazy in the cab. I fell into bed as soon as I got home and slept for the next 14 hours.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_axel woke me up when he got in and came down to check on me, and somewhere in the midst of the taking of temperatures and fetching of glasses of water the fever broke.
I went from having to have him help me put my socks on yesterday to being able to make my way to work today, although I was pretty wobbly for the first couple of hours and was thanking whatever diety responsable for making it a relatively quiet day. I still feel like I'm swallowing twigs whenever I drink anything and the pain in my neck and shoulders is impervious to my usual muscle-relaxants. (ie a half a bottle of wine and GTA3) But the wings or the tentacles or the cyborg arms or whatever they were that were trying to burst out of my neck yesterday have given up and gone back into hiding. So I guess humanity is safe for the time being.
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Phone spammers finally pissed me off enough to bitch to the CRTC. I was promised a fax from the mysterious collection agency that claims I owe them several thousand dollars - only my fax software doesn't recongize the ring if there is a message waiting. So of course today, when I left the computer on intentionally to receive the fax, it CAN'T because some company who wants to sell me timeshare on a condo has left a voicemail on the line.
Assholes.
I will of course be composing said bitching after the effects of the aforementioned muscle-relaxants have worn off.
Especially the GTA3. That's evil shit.
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Axe spent all of yesterday evening watching Red vs Blue
Fucking. Hilarious.
For the last number of months something has been bugging me - there's something different. And I just couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time. They haven't cut down any trees, there are no new statues that I can pick out, none of the surrounding buildings have changed visibly.
I was walking by today when it hit me. There are no protesters.
i went home straight from work on Saturday night with a neck that was wider than my head and hallucinated like crazy in the cab. I fell into bed as soon as I got home and slept for the next 14 hours.
the_axel woke me up when he got in and came down to check on me, and somewhere in the midst of the taking of temperatures and fetching of glasses of water the fever broke. I went from having to have him help me put my socks on yesterday to being able to make my way to work today, although I was pretty wobbly for the first couple of hours and was thanking whatever diety responsable for making it a relatively quiet day. I still feel like I'm swallowing twigs whenever I drink anything and the pain in my neck and shoulders is impervious to my usual muscle-relaxants. (ie a half a bottle of wine and GTA3) But the wings or the tentacles or the cyborg arms or whatever they were that were trying to burst out of my neck yesterday have given up and gone back into hiding. So I guess humanity is safe for the time being.
Phone spammers finally pissed me off enough to bitch to the CRTC. I was promised a fax from the mysterious collection agency that claims I owe them several thousand dollars - only my fax software doesn't recongize the ring if there is a message waiting. So of course today, when I left the computer on intentionally to receive the fax, it CAN'T because some company who wants to sell me timeshare on a condo has left a voicemail on the line.
Assholes.
I will of course be composing said bitching after the effects of the aforementioned muscle-relaxants have worn off.
Especially the GTA3. That's evil shit.
Axe spent all of yesterday evening watching Red vs Blue
Fucking. Hilarious.