Rough day. Long before the time I usually wake up at, I had taken my best friend to the airport as he moved to Tokyo, I dropped off some stuff at my mother's house, I drove by my old high school, got stuck in morning rush-hour traffic, had an allongé and a chocolate croissant (with no chocolate in it... a defect!), visited an office for rent on St-Laurent...
... fielded way too many work related issues, got one "so when are YOU coming?" message ...
... and decided to back out of the whole "new apartment on Esplanade" thing.
I may be sick of living in my current flat, but seriously... what the hell was I thinking? It's as if I had a short circuit and totally forgot a whole bunch of things; things that point me in the exact opposite direction of renting a pricey nice new apartment.
Sigh. Rough day. I haven't even had lunch yet and in one hour I am back in the dentist's chair to boot!
(Sorry Michael. I'm really, really sorry. I'll make it up to you.)
