Nov 28

I take a flight of whimsy and drag the idle Cameron to go ice-skating with me at the Nathan Phillip square. Since neither of us has skated in a dog's age (not a sliver of grace in our bodies, especially Liz), it takes us a few laps to get our groove back. Thankfully, none of us are injured. Then we walk over to the Scotia theatre to catch "The Mist" at 10:45p.m. Awesome Flick! Post movie, I take her back to her place, before I jump into my ride and head on home. Shower and crawl into bed at about 2 a.m.

Nov 29
Tuckered from the dearth of sleep. I drive home from work to grab the cat-poop vial from the fridge( Mum rescued a cat from her co-worker on Sunday, so now this thing needs to be tested), then head out to the Vet during rush fucking hour. Already operating on no sleep to begin with, the trip seems to take a lot longer than I care to remember. I hit Markville mall after the Vet and spend an hour just bombing around the mall, checking out DVDs, clothes and especially a watch for myself. I drive home without the said items, get changed and hit the gym.
At the gym, I run into Megan (who can totally pass as Paris Hilton's sister)whom I haven't seen in well over 6 months. We chit chat at her desk for a bit before I head inside. Then I come out after my brief stint and spend the next 40 minutes catching up and bullshiting with one another.
Head home around 10p.m., shower, check messages and crash at 11p.m.