T-22 hours.
Let's cross our fingers and hope for no airport mishaps, delays, lost baggage, and quick customs and baggage returns. But I have no reason to expect those. Never happened to me before.
C'mon Air Canada, don't let me down!
This marks the end of my Canadian summer. It was warm, verging on hot. Cozy, verging on lethargic. Delicious, verging on sinful. And all-around terrific, save for the fact that I was far from Europe. A friend suggested earlier today that Canada should just join Europe. I second that motion. We're more european than the Brits, anyways. The French influence and all. Plus the Italians, Portuguese, and all the rest.
Oh, and it was the summer of Starcraft 2. I temporarily turned into a micro-managing, move-my-probe-into-your-base-ing computo-zombie. Aaah, exercise.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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