Hungry Ghost's Daily Diet (TM)

Boston, MA tomorrow.

Early morning flight. My cup truly runneth over with joy.

Two hours in Toronto, where the air in the terminal is polluted by the abomination known as Lush. This is a store that deserves to go bankrupt, and the people who shop there be infected with various incurable skin rashes.

Now, that would be justice.

But I wish to write of more important things than pedestrian rants about overly perfumed detergents, whether liquid or solid.

And so I start, but oh. It's going to be 'for my eyes text only'


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Update. I'm being FORCED to go downstairs for a drink. Biatch.