A Chelsea Morning

I'm still quite sniffly, but there's tea a-brewin' and Chelsea buns waiting to be eaten, so I'll get over it. Damn those snotty children! It's like a hilarious souvenir I suppose. I'm going to spend today socializing and writing and possibly cleaning, and that's fine by me. I'm not really looking forward to getting back into my Toronto life this week. I would be more than happy to spend the next month and a half in Guelph depleting my funds, hanging out with friends, and eating delicious food, but instead I'm WORKING. Stupid work.

Last night I dreamt of pigs, sea creatures, night parades, and love notes.