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I feel like crap on toast. Stayed up too late last night - er, make that this morning - eating leftover sushi and drinking coffee porter with 50_ft_queenie. And this was after closing the pub in honour of 2ndaryairplane's birthday.

First event for My Million Dollar Year was on Thursday - a kareoke contest. (I never know if I'm spelling that right.) Holy crap, but the girl can belt it out. She came in forth, would have been at least second if we had been sitting closer to the stage.

New chiro rocks. She's incredibly strong and twisted me into a wee pretzel. She also gave me some exercises that will hopefully sort out my back. I'm going to have to see if I can read a book while I am essentially upside-down and balancing on the top of my spine, because they are Really Really Boring.

In other news, people still can still be offended by swearing. (Who knew?) And something that offends me; a friend just got hassled for breast-feeding in public. One of those things that makes me wonder what decade I've woken up in.

Next week, chiro, use up the last of my XMas gift certificates, yoga class with notmostppl, Jack Layton talk with bcholmes, haircut, packing, more kareoke, Scottish Lee arrives in town, more chiro and then get up stupid early and get on a plane. Yeowtch.