Just came in from watching the fireworks on our front lawn with Drew. You people think I'm accident prone? Drew managed to cut off the tip of his thumb today whilst hanging POSTERS. So aparently it dows run in the family.
In other news, have been let go from the job that I despised. Great people in the office but a SHIT job. So mixed blessing there. It's back to the job hunt next monday, will likely look for a position in Brampton this time to make commute less hellish and save my sanity from having to wake up at ass-early-o'clock.
Have been to doctor about recent spate of illness, aparently the doc at the clinic really was the useless prat I thought he was when he said it was just flu and practically threw me out of the exam room. Is, in all actuality, mono. Which, since it went untreated for so long developed some nice little complications that have resulted in a great deal of blood tests and strong medication. What fun. And, considering it's called the kissing disease, I couldn't even manage to get it the fun way.
Bugger all this shite anyway, I'm going to grab a glass of wine and sit on the lawn looking at the fireworks break against the stars for a bit more.