Celebrating
. . . is what I did tonight. Because today, at around lunchtime, aside from getting an unintended tour of northeast Burnaby, I also went by the customs house (shudder, bad Hawthorne flashback) and signed for my Personal Goods. !. Indeed.
So, by about 9:30am tomorrow, your beloved hero should actually have a real mattress rather than a feather mattress to sleep on. And his PC with all his allegedly important stuff on it. And his region-free DVD player and TV to watch it on. And a bunch of things he didn't really miss, per se, but did actually tear up about a couple of times at the thought of losing (you just can't replace music manuscripts you wrote in the 7th grade, no matter how hard you try). Oh, and I can drink wine not out of a spice jar.
[Wow, about 30 people outside all went "Wooooooooo!" at the same time. I wonder what that was about. ]
Speaking of random stuff, to whomever clicked my link to become a paid Live 365 member, thank you so much. Don't think these things don't go unnoticed. You just funded my train ride home from work tonight.
Anyway, my celebration involved coming home, dumping the backpack off at the apartment, taking the toque off for a few minutes, getting hugged by the cat from the Ottoman, put on some music, opened a bottle of wine, and unwound, because in just a few hours, I'll really live here.
So, by about 9:30am tomorrow, your beloved hero should actually have a real mattress rather than a feather mattress to sleep on. And his PC with all his allegedly important stuff on it. And his region-free DVD player and TV to watch it on. And a bunch of things he didn't really miss, per se, but did actually tear up about a couple of times at the thought of losing (you just can't replace music manuscripts you wrote in the 7th grade, no matter how hard you try). Oh, and I can drink wine not out of a spice jar.
[Wow, about 30 people outside all went "Wooooooooo!" at the same time. I wonder what that was about. ]
Speaking of random stuff, to whomever clicked my link to become a paid Live 365 member, thank you so much. Don't think these things don't go unnoticed. You just funded my train ride home from work tonight.
Anyway, my celebration involved coming home, dumping the backpack off at the apartment, taking the toque off for a few minutes, getting hugged by the cat from the Ottoman, put on some music, opened a bottle of wine, and unwound, because in just a few hours, I'll really live here.