So Tired

Last night before drifting away to the pays de reves, I was constructing odes to Liverpudlian phraseology in my head. I meant to make them internet themselves, but the mind is still much faster than the internets. So sorry.

This weekend saw a curious turn of events as Geraud and not myself was the drunker one. How? I don't think he ate as many chupa chups as I. And in light of this evidence, I'm going to proclaim chupa chups protective of alcohol saturation but also must say that alcohol is protective of brain trauma. If we were hit by a truck, the chupa chups would lose out to the booze.

Sometimes when I squint my eyes and look outside, it's raining. Case in point, Now.

I thank the people for the birthday wishes and the lack of fuss created over my day of sortiring. You should expect birth announcements to follow shortly with the details of my weight, height, and overall consistency.

In approximately hours and minutes I will be in a classroom listening to a Canadienne speak about community development. She only ever lets on that she is Canadienne when she says Sorry. I do try to elicit these responses. However last week, she slipped into a rowdy Scot and I was smiling.

The effects of moderate social isolation + an onslaught of journalistic reporting are doing my head in.

In conclusion, let the wild rumpus start.