It tastes like burning

There's a new Petro Canada going in on Hurontario. The funny thing is that there's a fourth window to place an extra digit for the price.

Work wasn't bad. Some obviously drunk gay dude tipped me $7 for beer. He ended up standing over to the side between Deep Purple songs to talk to me. Flattering, really.

Katlynd is giving up pot on Sunday, so after work we honoured that--with weed.

I hate the stupid CNE. It's tacking on another 15-minutes to the other 20-minutes it takes already to get from the train station to Molson Amphitheater. This is only added to the 20-minute train ride, and the 20- to 25-minutues to walk from my house to the PC station. Fun times I swear. But tomrrow I'm buying 5 chocolate bars for only $3. Huzzah.

And now I sleep.